That's not the voice he's expecting. He yanks his empty hand back at warp speed as soon as he sees who he'd been grabbing, and even looks a tad offended. How dare he not be who Ghoul thought he was.

"Not you- I don't need your blessing, you ain't the boss of me." Even if he is that dog whisperer from a while back. Or, at least, Ghoul thinks he might be. This guy has the same sort of unusual face. "Where'd that little fucker go?"

As if he has any right to call anyone little.