Anders looks over at Loghain and raises an eyebrow, more than a little amusement in his expression.

"You're Fereldan. She's a dog. I'm fairly certain there's a pattern here that I've seen repeated numerous times. I just need to have a few moments to put my finger on it. Fereldan. Dog. Fereldan. Dog. No, no, it's not coming to me. A shame, that."

The dog is all right and Loghain is all right, and there's no one storming the tavern looking for her yet which means it's a perfect time to tease.