[It takes a moment for Andhera to catch onto what Levi is implying, and... gods, does this mortal blink? They hesitate visibly, and put Grandpa Dog on the ground so they can focus. The hound, thankfully, stops trying to bother the human and just lays down on the wet dirt with a sad noise.]

Oh, this is my um- my pet. His name is Grandpa Dog. He just... looks like that.

[The longer they keep eye contact, the more unnerved Andhera is, but he's used to masking it. He just straightens up - he is rather tall even by fey standards - and tries to pretend they're having a pleasant chat.]

He's a yeth hound, I don't believe you have those in the human realm. Or... realms? Realms. Yes. Anyway, he's always been this old as long as I've had him. But I'm sorry he touched you, it is rather unpleasant.