Hugh's hand went to the dog's muzzle, and the dog seemed oblivious to the fact that her running off had caused any concern in the mind of her owner. She'd made a friend, and looked between the two for a moment before circling around them, even as Hugh reached for her collar so she'd sit. At one point in his life he hadn't had a clue what to do with dogs, and now it came second nature.
Left hand on the dog, he extended his right to take Heart's newfound friend in a firm grip, and he offered a warm smile to the man in front of him. "Hugh," there was a breath's more hesitation perhaps than might be typical, before the decision was made and his last name was added firmly. "Christian. This is Heart, and she doesn't usually run off," he looked down to the dog with a fond look. "I usually keep her on a leash, but she's been enjoying roaming and I didn't realize anyone was down here."
His companion's accent didn't go unnoticed, nor the simple, flattering way he was dressed, or the walking stick he carried. Hugh had an actor's tendency to observe everything and tuck it away to be pulled out at some point later. Heart moved by his side, and Hugh released the hold on her collar. "Go, play, but stay close," he told her, and she bounded towards the water, and Hugh turned his gaze back to Theodore's face. "It's a really nice night for a walk, not too ridiculously hot."