After our lunch, Nakir and I take a leisurely stroll through the Shopping District doing a bit of window shopping and getting to know each other better.
'My Lady, is everything okay?' Alex asks from a nearby rooftop.
'Everything is fine. Nakir is not a threat,' I reply happily, licking my ice cream that Nakir bought for me.
'What do you mean? He's the enemy.'
'He's not the enemy. He's just misunderstood.'
'I don't trust him.'
'You don't have to trust him, but you have to trust me. He won't do anything to me.'
'Hmph... if you say so, then I have no other choice than to believe it.'
"Don't you think this one is cute?" Nakir asks, pointing at the black and white puppy for adoption.
"It's adorable with its floppy ears," I laugh as I pet the puppy sitting within the fence.
"Why don't you adopt it?"
"I already have five obedient dogs at home. Taking in another could spell trouble."
"But you don't have any-"
