Tramp followed, but it wasn't until the offer for a meal or two was exposed that he really felt a pep in his step. Say, free food? Well that was the only thing that mattered. Though he supposed if it also attracted people to him it wouldn't hurt. Tramp didn't quite think about his game in terms of manipulation but he was keen on the act whether he realized it or not. If it got him friends, reputation, and food...
"You're a real pal, Corvo, a real pal. They gave me the soap, but I didn't think much of it. Mutts use their tongues, fancy mutts get their grooming from their humans," he explained as he followed beside the man.
"S'pose I'm gettin' kinda itchy..." he admitted with a small shrug and a scratch to his chest.