I don't think that's what he said, pumpkin.

[It took some effort, but Sniper managed to get low enough to pick up the puppy by his scruff, maneuvering the wriggling animal until he was comfortably held in his working arm. His cold demeanor disappeared as the puppy licked at his face, his grin more than he could hold back.]

Rambunctious, ain't ya? We'll probably need a leash for you, unless Pyro wants to go running after when you take off.