"No," Hank shook his head, relieved that the man understood. He walked a little closer, as close as he was comfortable, then sat on his behind, folding his back paws under him and tilting his head, looking at the man. Somebody who had experience with animals, it would seem. Most would blame an animal for its instinct, but he understood.
"I ahn Hank," He cautiously offered a paw to shake. A humanlike gesture, of course, but Henry had had manners drilled into him from an early age and felt wrong not following through with social expectations. "Doctor Hank." He couldn't, and wouldn't try his last name. It wouldn't come out anyway. "And yew?"