Majima leans on the back of the Nexus couch. "Huh. I ain't ever thought about pets. Never had 'em growin' up, unless ya count feedin' table scraps to the neighborhood cats."

He steals a piece of caramel corn and tosses it into his mouth.

"What's a suitable pet owner? Not me, that's for damn sure." He starts ticking off on his fingers. "Ain't got the time, the space, the money ..."