A string of words he doesn't recognize, wonderful. He doesn't even glance toward the dog at the last one, not knowing the two concepts are connected; all he does is cock an eyebrow.

"I don't, I'm afraid." It's all a little off-putting, too. Or a lot. But on the other hand, if someone already knows him — and doesn't seem to dislike him — then that's half his work done already. He smiles again. "But, come! Jog my memory, maybe it will come back again. It's a crime to forget such a lovely face! What's your name?"