I'm sure he has more people to judge rather than spend time saying anything about you.

[Vil sighs as he follows Deuce's glance back at the painting, then presses lightly on Deuce's shoulders.]

Down on the ground. On all fours.

[While Deuce processes that command, Vil looks to the painting again.]

I'm going to need some things if you want him treated like a dog. A collar. A leash. Things like that.

[The painting chortles at the request, but it won't take him long to manifest a collar and leash for Vil to take. The collar's even a pretty blue not unlike Deuce's hair.]