Most folks have been... passably polite up to this point. Something about this guy's tone, though, immediately has Ghoul's hackles raised.

His face twists in to something annoyed, his arms spreading out in a questioning manner. "I dunno, pal. I don't know your fuckin' life, do I?" Ghoul's hands plant somewhere at his waist and he looks the man up and down with obvious contempt, like he's sizing him up and isn't particularly impressed with what he sees. "You think you're too good to have a little purse dog or some shit?"

A moment after he says it, he realizes how ridiculous it sounds- but it's too late to show weakness, so he just narrows his eyes. Christ. Getting offended on behalf of a dog he doesn't even like. Man, if that's not rock bottom...