"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said. "Isobel spoke very highly of you."
Obed tried and largely failed to suppress a slight twitching of his upper lip at the words "play date," but he recovered quickly enough, his face returning to some semblance of unflustered, if slightly aloof, calm. He drifted closer to her at the small tug on his clothes.
"Of course," he said. "I'll always welcome another opportunity to let him burn off some of his extra energy. What kinds of dogs do you have?" Nothing with a high prey drive, he silently added.