"A dog," Lancelot supplies, and shifts in his chair to dig his phone from his pocket -- flicks through his gallery and brings up a picture of a happy looking white dog standing on a small patch of patio in what might be a back garden of some sort. "Her name is Lily, she's about two years old we think. It's hard to be exact because she's a rescue dog, I took her in from Battersea. She's a little bigger than your friend, but she's gentle."