[A hint of a smile appears on his face as he's corrected, and holds back a snarky comment.]

Yeah, Brink's been through the ringer a couple times now. A certain Viking's got it in for him.

[He pets Brink's head, parting the fur enough to show off what looks like a scar right down the center of his head, where an ax had cracked his skull open.]

Usually I keep him locked up and safe in my flat, but I figured he'd enjoy the festivities. Stretch his legs and all.