[...are you baby-talking at him? There's the slight uncertain tilt of his head, canine confusion, a look on his face that says he's trying to discern Rhys' meaning. But then he shrugs, seems to decide that it's another of his peculiarities-- he has very little experience with friendly teasing after all, and whilst some of his Handlers talk to him in a patronizing manner, he doesn't think this is it.
He gives Rhys a crooked smile, but something like concern still wavers around the edges of his expression.]
What kind of guard dog would I be if I didn't display concern for my--
[He's going to say masters, but changes his mind at the last moment, decides that Rhys probably wouldn't like that implication.]
no subject
He gives Rhys a crooked smile, but something like concern still wavers around the edges of his expression.]
What kind of guard dog would I be if I didn't display concern for my--
[He's going to say masters, but changes his mind at the last moment, decides that Rhys probably wouldn't like that implication.]
--Boss. But if you insist. You know where I am.