[Now, that's not the reaction he was expecting. After all, that little bit tends to sound like rough barking to everyone but, uh, Ryan, last he checked. He glances back over his shoulder just to make sure that there's no one behind him (because, seriously, you don't even know how often that happens). But seeing that no one is there, he plays it off, pursing his lips slightly like he's mildly impressed.]

Oh, now see, Ryan is going to be so heartbroken over this, you have no idea.

[First time a girl's been able to see him. He's caught between thrilled and heartbroken. No more sneaky motorboating around this one, at least.]

Though to your original and not-so-astute observation, actually, yes, there's plenty of reason to say that. And much more. But I'm being polite considering I'm in public, and anything else might get me sent to the pound. Being someone's prison bitch has a whole different meaning in my case.

[He points at her. Rude...] But. None of this matters, because you can hear me. Which also means that you can see a man in a dog suit, yeah?