Terrence was ready, or as ready as he could be. He kept his balance, hands coming up to pet Quaffle and mess with him, willingly putting his face within licking distance. He was laughing too, and got a bit of Quaffle's tongue in his mouth while the pup was trying to lick his face. That made him lift his head and make a face, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. "K," he said, still laughing (because in truth, it really didn't bother him at all) and scratching Quaffle's ears, "Your dog just frenched me."