[He can't see why anyone would get overly excited to meet a dog. They're smelly, shed everywhere, and literally find joy in rolling through mud puddles. Perhaps there's something cute to be found in the floppy ears, but beyond that? He can't empathize.]

No, I agree, a doll doesn't quite do justice to the big slobbery reality of a dog.

[Eyes catching that glitter, Dorian finds himself surveying the individual more closely as he listens. There's something... unique about them, something he can't place.]

Not many of you, hm? This place must be a shock. [Ripped from a population of thirty to this. Dorian doesn't know where they're being taken, but he has reason to believe there are more of these Prismals than they've met thus far.] ... Not to ask so rudely, but - are you human?