He laughs at that, even if it is a little tired sounding, drops his eyes to his drink and smirks a little as considers it.

"You probably can't," he says honestly, "you wouldn't believe it unless you saw it, I think. I can brush enough fur out of her for an entire second dog and she'll still have some left."

It's a lot of fur. He's often wondered if he should see if something can be done with it. Dog wool? Dog fur stuffed pillows instead of feathers?

"I should make you help one day. Then you can see for yourself."