[Careful, Turlough, or you'll ruin the cable-knit with those doggy claws. Not that Jack is particularly concerned with it at the moment, of course; his first response is to scritch behind the dog's ears, but after he thinks for a moment...]
Uh... You're not a cursed dog, are you? [Not that he's sure how he can tell the answer, but there's no harm in asking.]
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Uh... You're not a cursed dog, are you? [Not that he's sure how he can tell the answer, but there's no harm in asking.]