Blaine got the impression that he shouldn't ever speak badly about her dog. Maybe not any dog until he was sure it wasn't a war hound that would rip his throat out on command. The blonde was familiar with pleasant smiles like the one that she wore now. He gave a small, relaxed smile back to diffuse any possible insult. "A comrade in arms. So then you weren't alone. I didn't know you had a dog."

It wasn't a hard question to predict. If she hadn't had an answer ready he may have had to worry. "I certainly do make an interesting impression," he drawled, looking entirely too amused. "It's not often someone outright says my calculating and possibly deceptive nature are traits they're looking for. I have to wonder how useful they'll be if you picked up on them so easily."