Gustav is happy to be greeted in such a way, wagging his tail at her in such a way that his whole body joins in on the wiggle, reaching forward to lick the hand that is offered to pet him as she approaches. If her face comes close enough to the ground and his reach, she will definitely get licked as well.

John stands by and watches the interaction with a fond smile on his face, both for the dog and for the simple joy that the young woman seems to have for the creature. It's okay, Adora. He loves Gustav just as much himself.

"A dog, yes. A dackel, or dachshund, depending on who you ask," Lord John confirms. "And no, this one is... Quite unique, as far as dogs are concerned." He pauses, cocking his head to the side before hesitating to ask, "Have you... Never encountered a dog before, my dear?"