“No, we’re not going to play that game,” frowns the witch “I’m not allowing this. It’s not allowed. I refuse.”

“But [Witch],” whines the vampire, holding the puppy closer to zir face “look at the puppy, [Witch], look how cute the puppy is.”

“We’ll take it to [Alpha]’s later.”

“But!”

“No buts,” says the witch “I already have my quota of strays allowed in the shoppe. You can stay. The puppy will go.”