"What? No, man. I'm not singing to the dog." He's not singing at all, if he can help it.

Dogs can be stubborn sometimes. If it were a regular dog, he might try putting one hand gently on its snout and then prying the key away from it. It might come to that yet, but he's a little worried about doing that to this nightmare bone monstrosity.

Nacho keeps staring at the hound as the hound stares back at him. "Drop it," he says again, a little more commandingly this time. He flexes the fingers on his hand inward, and then back out. His eyebrows arch slightly.