Ghoul spins around to face the source of the voice, offering the kid a halfhearted smile in the name of good manners. "Fuckin' peachy."

The dog is, of course, right on his heels, but he makes an effort to shoo it towards the offered hand. It needs to go bug somebody else for a while. Words of warning wouldn't be a bad idea, though. "Be careful. It ain't mine, and I'm not gonna listen to your mom lose her shit at me if you get bit."