"Hi there." Callen flashed her his best grin, leaning in to brush his lips over Tracey's cheek in greeting. If he lingered a moment too long-- well, who could blame him?
Kneeling so that he could scratch Jock behind the ears, he looked at the puppy sternly. "Are you going to behave yourself while we're gone? That means no chewing anything that you aren't supposed to be chewing," he instructed, giving the dog one last scratch as he rose.