Amos certainly hadn't been expecting that to be his name, and he gave a soft chuckle despite his anxiety. "Seems to reduce the sense of danger, I suppose," he shrugged. He watched the hound, feeling his heart rate pick up a little speed even though he tried to keep calm. They could sense it, couldn't they? A sign of guilt.
He realised he'd been so busy looking at the creature he'd barely acknowledged the girl he had been speaking to before. "Yes. I figured it out," he smiled, trying to turn his focus onto her. "Nice to meet you in person. Sorry, what is the purpose of the hound?" he asked of her, knowing that he wouldn't be able to relax until he understood more clearly.