“So would I, if he'd only asked.” Zack rolls his eyes.

He takes the phone and examines the picture. “I'll find what I can.” It is very pink and sparkly and utterly out of place in Zack's hands. He gives it back... and when the hound appears, he laughs aloud.

“We've got these! Not exactly like this one, but hellhounds. I used to play with the pack when I was a child.”

Now that it's clear Cassie is accompanied by a hellhound, she's off Zack's shitlist completely. Practically one of his own. He carefully offers a hand to the hound. He's a creature of hell and knows how to present a greeting without prompting an aggressive response... but there's really no telling how this one will react.

It can't harm him though.

“I didn't tell you my name, Cassie. I'm Aizaak.” It sounds just like 'Isaac'. “Zack's easier though.”