I could ask the same of you. You and your sentimentality, I doubt you're actually here willingly.

[ he throws his hands up, not particularity in the mood to fight despite his open hostility. ]

I'm not here to fight you, calm down. Not that I could, anyway. I'm unarmed, this strange dog fears me, and I seem to have been turned to a mortal. Whether or not you want to help me get my bearings is up to you, but I'll take even you over the countless children that seem to have arrived the same day I did.