"It is my choice how I feel, Faolan, not yours -- you do not get to dictate such a thing. Just as I cannot dictate how you feel."

He studies Faolan for a long few seconds, the way he picks at his food, then drops his eyes down and around to Lily. She peers at him warily from the corner of the kitchen where she has retreated for safety and he holds out a hand, beckons her over and reassures her with a quick cuddle before snagging a bit of ham from his breakfast to offer her. Once will not hurt, and she deserves it for being a good dog.