"I know a few tricks," he says absently, a little minor mind control, no big deal. He's more focused on tilting the dog's head up and pulling at the collar of its jumper to look for any tags. Fancy thing like this probably has an ID chip, but Eames doesn't exactly feel like finding a vet that's open to go see.

It is loving the petting it's getting right now, but its eyes are firmly fixed on Ghoul. Almost like it wants him to get in on this action or something. "Must be attracted to your fluffy undercoat."