She doesn't say he got the name of the breed wrong, so he assumes he had it right and nods brightly. "Awesome looking dog, if you ask me." He sais. Her comment about the dog shaking its rear end fall off making him grin.

He didn't mind the language, either. Compared to somethings he's heard before, the one word was quite light.

"Ferelden? Where is that?" It's no place he's heard of that's for sure. And despite his curiosity, he sounded very impressed by the rest of what she told him. After all, the dog must have been a special breed to be have war right in its name.