"Kind of?" Lancelot prompts, and wrinkles his nose a little. "I'd call that an understatement." He shifts his grip on Lily, scratching under her chin as he thinks. "There are probably caveats, ones I just don't know that, but... I try to operate on innocent until proven guilty. He paid a fairly hefty sum to bail out one of his dancers who got caught by Norrell's fines, so... I'd say he has a little heart in there somewhere. I have no idea if he likes dogs, though."

He widens his eyes in mock horror, drops them to Lily and smirks as she lifts a paw to rest on his knee.

"That could be a problem, couldn't it?"