Good. The dog giggles, right into his ear, teeth catching against his skin briefly. Then I'll see you around.

Eichel is released a moment later. Heine pulls away from the Legilimens, taking a physical step back and drawing a deep breath. It doesn't take long for him to settle; the dog is still in him, chuckling to itself and looking out his eyes at Eichel with glee.

He'd heard part of the interaction, but he doesn't know exactly what had happened, so he lets the dog lead—on a short leash.

"You get it, right?" His voice comes out more roughly, while his words slur slightly together, when it's something not used to talking using his mouth. "You get it."

Heine smiles with too many teeth.