[Hah no. Stefan wouldn't even know how to be aggressive. Or dangerous. This is not a dog that can fight. This is a dog that thinks it belongs on laps despite being bigger than a lot of the people in Luceti. This is because to Marco's family, he's basically a chihuahua.]

Ah, if you'd like. [Rubs the back of his neck, trying to figure out how to explain that his Pops' dog is an idiot while still defending him at the same time, yeah, he's got nothing.] They wouldn't bully him, right? He's kind of dense. My father's devil fruit was earthquakes, so he wanted a dog that wouldn't be fazed by rolling ground. So Stefan still can't get over things like... grass. Or trees. We don't have them out on the ocean, eh?