"Mm, your canine condition." Welcome to London, buddy. This is gonna happen a lot.

The dog is still staring, tail flicking excitedly whenever Eames pets the right spot, but all its attention is on Ghoul. Must want to be closer, right? Yeah, he'll just help with that. He scoops the dog up with one arm, other hand scratching lazily under its chin, and holds it approximately face-height so it can look at its new BFF here properly.