Loki makes a hgrk sort of noise when the puppy starts licking his face, because augh that doesn't feel...any sort of clean, really, as much as Loki is inclined to like the animal otherwise. Abby's barely contained laughter doesn't do much to smooth his inherent ruffled-ness afterward either, but he does manage to reach out and pat the dog on the head as he's pulled away.

Gonna stand up now, thanks. And make a small face at how his skin feels.

"His name is Wags?" Please tell him that's short for something. Loki puts his hands in his pockets. "He seems very intelligent."