Everything. They like licking everything, and if they can't lick what they want, they'll lap at empty air. Which is exactly what the dog continues to do after it's settled in Ghoul's arms, because he's mean and refuses to let its tongue catch him.

He smirks once he's got his tiny passenger situated, addressing Roddy's slick save with, "Gee, thanks. Feel real confident now." Ghoul's only picking at him. But, he can't stand around and play all day. He's got some wiggly, fluffy business to attend to. "So if you're gonna be around for a while, keep an eye out for anybody who looks like the're falling apart without their ugly furbaby, okay?"