"Yes, he's my dog," he replies, almost in a whine. He can tell Anders is judging him. "It's not any different than naming your cat Ser Pounce, is it? And besides, Drools likes you."

As much as Anders admonished the dog that he should behave 'like a real pet' or rather, like a cat. Hawke's fairly certain that he has a secret soft spot for most animals, not just cats, but he's not going to needle at it lest Anders feels the need to bury it further for inexplicable reasons.

Though if Hawke had his own tail, he'd be wagging it at Anders saying they should get going. "Really? Excellent! I'll have Ser Drools by dinner!"

He all but clamors back for the door.