"One of your dogs is here? How exciting. You'll have to let me meet her - her, yes? - sometime." Because Zemo was absolutely of the mindset that dogs were part of the family. One might have presumed that Zemo wasn't much of an animal lover purely based off of how clean he insisted on being, but the truth was very much the opposite.
Now that he knew he wasn't going to startle Will, Zemo invited himself to sit next to him on the leather couch and reached for that scotch once it was poured. "Oh, this -- this is one of my favorites. You have excellent taste, Will. Here, cheers, to your dog."
Zemo lifted the glass, wholeheartedly meaning that toast. "As for me -- I've been fine. I spent some time in New York while we were there." Though Zemo would not immediately elaborate on what he had been doing in New York. Stalking super soldiers and trying to kill them for sport was hardly a normal man's hobby. "You didn't go out into the city, did you?"