Nodding in determination, he turned his attention down to the situation at hand. He actually had some semblance of a plan -- which was downright unnatural for a man as reckless as he. But this wasn't his own strength that would be working against an enemy. This was his Angela doing a favor for a pretty girl. Getting an item back from a puppy.

Perhaps a stern look from a dragon would strike a more serious chord in the ill-behaved puppy.

"Give 'im a stern look, Angela."

The Dratini coiled its body into a tight, aggressive 'S'. And, surprisingly, those large, violet doe-eyes narrowed into very convincing malicious stare, which she held whilst keeping that pose perfectly still.

"With canines, it's all about the body language, see? I'm not haunched over. I'm standing up straight. Making eye contact. Dogs are all about body language."

It never occurred to Zack that Angeal had probably followed these steps in dealing with him when he was a younger militant.