... This overeager... watch... bone dog?

( Licyn doesn't disguise the shake of his head and bemusement at the whole of everything this bone hound is indulging, with neither of them reaching for keys. )

You want me to handle the conversing, love, is that what this is about? Certainly don't need me for luring. This horrid beast is rather fond of your calf.

( Licyn's gaze drops down, appreciatively. )

And the rest of you, if it has any semblance of taste.