God, no. Ghoul flinches and leans back once the dog's brought up to his level. Why. Why? "I don't really like dogs that much," he explains, while the dog tries to desperately close the space between them with its tongue. Like hell he's going to let it lick him in the face.

Sure, he'd snatch it up if it were about to run in to traffic or something, but that doesn't mean he wants to, like... snuggle with it. Or have it kiss all over his face when he just knows it has chewed on its own ass at some point today.

But maybe if he humors them both, Eames will put it back down. Ghoul looks from his face and then back to the dog, rolling his eyes before reaching out. It takes some maneuvering to dodge the tongue furiously lapping at the air, but he manages to sneak in and give the thing a couple pats on the top of its head. "There, you both happy now?"