"Hey, laddie," he greeted immediately, voice gentle as he held Francie back while they sniffed each other out. Not that he thought his dog would bite one of the others, or that Emma's would bite his, but critters got territorial and he didn't want to chance it. "Well, unless ye're a lassie, and then I'm sorry for confusing the two," he teased, voice directed at the dog, but eye grinning up at Emma. Once all the dogs seemed to have a good whiff of each other, and biting didn't seem imminent, Oliver slipped in past Emma.
"That sounds good for the pups, though I'm hoping you won't make me run. I'm whipped," he said hopefully. Besides, seeing her again reminded him that she was cute and kissable as hell. Oliver followed Emma to the back, and helped her see all the pups safely out. "Ye got chairs? We could sit out here a bit. It's nice out." And he wanted to watch Francie a bit longer. He didn't get to socialize her much, and he might be a bit protective of her around other dogs. She was still pretty young and he just wanted to make sure, is all.