"Thanks." Feeling a sense of pride as his dogs were complimented, LJ couldn't help the almost boyish smile that crossed his face. He adored his dogs and that much would be obvious the moment they returned to have the balls thrown again for them to chase after, though Bonnie was his favourite, his girl. He watched Christiano sit down and relaxed a little bit before he answered the man's questions.
"They aren't troublemakers, not these two. Tank on the other hand is a pain in the ass," and he was; a six month old pug with an identity crisis and a stubborn nature that would rival a bull? Tank was a handful alright, he'd be annoyed that he was left behind in as much as a dog could be annoyed and he would probably try and destroy something of LJ's in response to the irritation of being left behind and then he would forget because Tank didn't seem to have the best memory. It was making training him difficult.
He nodded in response to the other question. "I am, actually, I've got a house little way from here, had to pack up and move to the Manor mind, part of the call to all APs to flock here and..." sit and do nothing, "... protect." But he wasn't doing much of that and wasn't about to complain to a total stranger. "But I live and work in Seattle, yeah, when I'm not out doing my AP job."
Clyde came bounding over, skidding to a halt just in front of the two men and dropped the ball, tail wagging furiously as he nosed it in the direction of the two men, clearly not caring who it was that threw it as long as it was thrown again.