Zevran's offered hand is sniffed inquisitively, and upon approval, given the ever sought after return greeting of licking his hand, the dog's tail wagging happily.

Kaisa doesn't even bother to try looking remorseful at her dog's breach in etiquette, just looking amused. Which is probably why he does it in the first place. But she moves from looking amused to straight out laughing at Zevran's words. "Well, I told you that you could borrow him, I guess I can't tell you what to do after that. Just make sure he doesn't get too fat. Or get cheese farts. Those are the worst." She squinted at Puppy. "You know exactly what I mean."

The dog barked cheerfully. Guilty is apparently not something he has grasped.

"Ah, Nari. Dalish. Got it. I wouldn't mind learning the basics, though. Sure are a lot of Dalish around here, huh?" She says it cheerfully, without any ill intentions. It's neither a good thing, nor a bad thing, it's just a surprise. "In the alienage, they always made 'em sound like legends out of myth, you know? Like it'd be as likely to see a bunch of griffons sitting around preening as a group of Dalish." She paused, rubbing her neck thoughtfully. "I wonder if they know better now, with the Dalish helping save the world and everything."