[He sits down at her invitation, folding one leg over the other and his hands over his lap. That's when he catches sight of the hound on the floor. His shoulders tense, his eyes focusing on it for a moment as his brain tries to process what he's looking that. Is that... a canine?

He snaps his eyes back to Marlo. No, he will not let on to how unsettling that is.]

I figured. The impression I got in Thorne was that your nations don't get along. [He cocks his head, arching an eyebrow.] And if I were to guess, I'd say it's not reassuring news for you that Thorne is summoning people from other worlds to enact their will.