"Lotsa stuff." Who's around. What kind of impression he wants to leave. What expensive things are nearby. He waves the question away with his free hand, watching her with careful attention. "Y'think they deserve it? They're only animals that can't control themselves. Just as bad as the fae, even." There's nothing funny about it- these are things he's heard, some of it even today. So, no, it's definitely not funny... However, he's still smirking in a secretive sort of way. Just a little bit. "You gonna advocate for dog representation in Congress, next?"

Maybe it's a shitty, shady method of digging opinions out of someone, but whatever.