"He is a dog." There's amusement in the statement rather than derision. He'll never be a fan of dogs, but he doesn't hate them. But then he's looking back at her and nodding, returning the grin subconsciously when it crosses her face.

"I like it as well. I'm not that skilled with ice, I doubt I'll ever be that skilled, which makes it all the more impressive. It's unfortunate that you can't make sculptures with fire, because that's the element I'm most skilled with. Do you think you could do something like that?"