Lock sulked at head pat.

"And where am I gonna go?" he grumbled.

He probably could, with enough effort and twisting his body, jump up onto the edge of the fence and finagle the leash to get it off, but with his luck, he'd get himself free right as Lillith got back. It therefore wasn't worth the effort.

"Oh, like [i]I[/i] have any choice about my height, either," Lock said bitterly. "You've only been shorter a few days. I've been the shortest for [i]years[/i]."

He smirked.

"And you're [i]already[/i] falling to pieces about it. Baby legs."

Lock would have flicked his tail if he could.

"So if you're done proving you can't drink your own potion, what's the message?"