"At least they didn't try to Transfigure him into a cat or something," he said, making himself at home in Craig's little hut. He took the glass, and then moved sideways to make room for Craig and still be able to converse naturally.
"Also, don't call me Ter. It sounds like you've got something in your throat," he teased, winking a bit. "And as long as he doesn't try to make himself a lap dog, he's good."
He looked around, and took a sip of the drink. "So, how are things besides being worried that your puppy will end up a science experiment?"