Yes, but in the way you might with your own three dogs

When the Helltaker dived into hell, he'd gone looking for girlfriends, not pets. As such, one could easily question why he insisted on treating Cerberus in the latter manner... Whatever the case, he couldn't help himself, running his giant hands over their heads and scritching their ears, one after another. "Ooo, yeah. That's the good stuff," Cerberus giggled, kicking a leg on each of her bodies, which coincidentally caused her to **** the Helltaker's shins from three different directions. He adjusted his approach, maneuvering his fingers beneath their chins instead. Persistently, one head would whine, then correct itself when he freed up a hand to work there...

The group of four were a bizarre image, as the Helltaker worked to appease all of the girls instead of bothering to untie himself from the post. He seemed to understand intrinsically that he wasn't going anywhere until they were satisfied.

"Wait a minute! That's good stuff, but it's not the stuff I'm really looking for!" Cerberus complained in a chorus of three voices. In a flash, she'd managed to free herself not just from the leash's coil that had seemingly trapped her against the post, but instead, from the entire leash. The three Cerberus girls now stood with their hands on their hips, pouting and calling out their walker. "When we say 'cuddle break,' we don't mean more scritches!"

"We like scritches," one of the heads commented in a whine.

"Yeah, we mean, of course we like scritches!" the other self complained; perhaps this is what Cerberus' internal arguments looked like, only externalized by way of three mouths. "But when we say 'cuddle break,' we mean in the same way Modeus means it, like you're supposed to hug us and stroke our hair! Or the way Zdrada means it, like you're supposed to grab our asses! We're mature ladies! Why are we the only ones you treat like pets or little dogs?!"

The Helltaker didn't think anybody should be taking Zdrada's definition of 'cuddle break' as gospel, but he kept that thought to himself. Instead, he freed one hand to adjust his circular shades, then frowned. "I'm not going to grab your asses... at least not in public. That kind of PDA doesn't fly up here." He didn't mention that the seeming age difference between himself and his dogs could create some questions that the general public frowned upon even more than human/demon relations...

"Yeah, well, we came up here to corrupt this world, remember?" the Cerberus girls giggled, pushing up against the Helltaker from three sides with the seats of their fashionable suit slacks. The Helltaker gulped, feeling the remarkable sensation of three young ladies eagerly massaging his groin with their asses... This was, after all, what he'd gone to hell and back to obtain. "Looks like you're all out of moves! If you reeeeally don't wanna cuddle, then you can just break free of that leash like we did, right? That means if you don't break free... We can cuddle you however we want, even if it's the silly way Zdrada says to do it! Right? Right?!"

Apparently, it was no longer a matter of what the Helltaker wanted or not... For Cerberus, that cat crossing their path had been good luck! It had created the perfect opportunity to get the Helltaker right where they wanted him! That was apparently in the middle of the sidewalk, with tons of people and witnesses around. Demons were rarely good at this "modesty" thing that normal girls valued.