[ Steve expected "aw, cute," but Atem—Atem's actually taking the time to look at this from all angles. Sympathy: offered. His struggle: seen, and so this tired shelter worker is feeling amenable by the time they've circled back around to "aw, cute." ]

Normally, I'd say absolutely not, but you're a monster so— [ Worst case scenario, the fog will fix him up. ] I'll let you in on a secret.

[ Steve stoops to scoop up the lion in question, as he'd watched Cersei do a couple dozen times before. Tybolt's paws just sort of dangle unthreateningly as he curiously surveys his surroundings from his new, pooka-height vantage point. After a moment, Steve steps closer to Atem in order to transfer Tybolt into his arms. ]

It's like looking at Big Sven's estranged cousin from Africa, isn't it?

[ Word can't get around, though, or all the staff would come in here wanting to try this out. ]