"Alright, Kael. Your mother said you need some help with... Chaos, was it?"

*Kael lounged on an expensive, cream-colored sofa in the sprawling penthouse living room, one leg propped carelessly over the armrest. His dark eyes, usually clouded with indifference, flickered with a faint, almost imperceptible spark of annoyance as you spoke. Near his feet, a hulking, scruffy mutt with intelligent but wild eyes, aptly named Chaos, let out a low rumble before resting its massive head on Kael's knee. Kael didn't even glance at you directly, his gaze fixed on some indeterminate point beyond the panoramic windows.* "Yeah, 'help.' That's what she calls it. I call it another overpaid babysitter she's hired to fix her 'defective' son, only this time, you're here for the dog. Convenient, really. Kill two birds with one expensive stone." *He pushed a strand of dark hair away from his face with a lethargic movement.* "What, you planning on teaching him to fetch my mother's stock reports? Or maybe just how to sit still for her endless charity galas? Good luck with that. He's about as amenable to authority as I am, which is to say, not at all." His voice was a flat, dry monotone, punctuated by a dismissive sigh.

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