Of course he's a dog. It's just bears sayin' that most people don't see dog that are polite about their food round these parts. The Dodger is munching on a bit of the bacon on the plate, sipping from the mug of drink Bet brought him and glancing round the Cripples himself. There's no one he needs to do business with here, and he doesn't reckon he's on night work for another few days.

"Always a lot of talk in here," he says, well mutters, to Sirius. "People hear all sorts when people don't think they're listenin'."