Eh, he's alright. [Niko just blandly gestures at the dog person.] As long as he is not like dogs that I know and slobbers in my drink? We can all be friends here.

[But damn, whatever he just drank made him jostle his head.]

So, if you are not here for drinks, and not here for furry bartender, what are you here for. [Then he blinks hard, reviewing that in his head. Did he get that right? That sounded mostly right. Yes, yes he must have gotten it right.]