"Sitz! Sitz!"

The man's voice grows ever more impatient when the dog doesn't seem at the least inclined to follow any of his commands. He sighs.

"Why don't you listen to me? Didn't Kristoph train you at all?"

Vongole only sits there innocently, staring with big eyes. Then he raises his paw and barks.

"Ach, verdammt!" Klavier exclaims, frustratedly tugging at his hair.

At this the dog bolts, swiftly running inside his brother's former study. Klavier still hadn't had the heart to clear it out. A few seconds later Vongole returns, a worn out stress relief ball in his mouth.