[ Ivan resisted reaching out, curious over how deeply Scott was frowning. His gaze instead wanders for a moment. The answer to that question was simple, but the feeling that it was abnormal was a growing concern. Yet, Ivan let the feeling pass him, tilting his head to the side where it laid. ]

We're categorized as pets. [ The words were different, but Ivan didn't think the meaning was. ] As for work, it seems that way for most. My guardian and I had a business relationship that allowed me freedom, but the other pet I know here didn't have that experience with his.

[ A pause. ]

Does this bother you?