Stiles hands back, giving her a moment to greet the dog. He doesn't like dogs over much, but at least it's a small one. Not that he'd say anything to her about not liking dogs. She had invited him in, after all, and the alternative was to stay out in the cold. No thank you.
He is grateful for her generosity. He has no desire to throw it back in her face by insulting her dog. "He's cute. What's his name?" he asks, even though he doesn't care. "And uh. Mind if I go put these bags in the kitchen?" He doesn't need direction, kitchens are pretty easy to find.