"Edgar?" Not only does he sound extremely skeptical, but his voice cracks on the upnote like a teenager's. It does that sometimes. Just a leftover hint that he never quite finished growing up before he took his first death.

To cover his embarrassment, Connor gets up to look at the puppies again. "All right. Which one of you was that?" He grins a little, and slides an arm around Kairos companionably, kissing the top of her head without taking his eyes off the four puppies now gathering to all try to sniff Regina at once. "They... look like Scottish Deerhounds, or Irish Wolfhounds or something..." He's obviously taken with them, he's just shy about saying so.