There's a flash of disappointment when Repede rejects the neck scratching, but really, Lloyd understands that not all dogs are as friendly as that. Not unless your name is Colette, but he has no idea how she manages that.

He drops his hand, though he doesn't have long to ponder his next move before someone speaks up behind him. Startled, he blinks, turning his head to look behind him at the guy who's standing there. A quick impression of dark clothes, wiry build, a katana - mercenary, maybe? Or just a traveler like Lloyd who knows better than to travel unarmed?

Either way, that's not what Lloyd responds to first. "Oh, is this your dog?"