[His gaze settles on the dog uncomfortably- it's not that he seemed to hate the animal, but more or less that he doesn't quite know what to do with something that excitable expectantly at his heels, or pressing paws up on this chest. Though this might seem to might come off as a bit snooty, a bit 'dog-hater', he really... seems uneasily curious.]

Does it... have a name?

[Daedalus is really just not used to these animals. He laughs, with failing nerves]

I would...rather not be without a sense of balance and with another coat to dry clean, if that's alright with you, sir!