"I can barely manage any craft. The best I can do is an occasional meal and that is rarely ever spectacular," he said with a slight laugh. "I wish I had the ability to make any of these things." He then smiled once again. He shifted, bending down in order to pet King at a better angle. He set the basket down and began to rub underneath the hound's snout, right around his neck, before moving up to scratch his ears.
"I don't think he would run away. Besides, if he did, then you two really haven't bonded. And it appears as if you have, so I'd not worry," he explained, before standing.