"Oh. So. Do you get a lot of crawling undead monsters where you come from, then? Is this just, uh, a normal, 'day in the life,' for you?"

He begins to scoot himself slowly towards the table's edge, his progress hindered half by Dog, and half by continued extreme reluctance to lower his feet to the ground with that thing still occupying some of the floor space. The thing doesn't seem to notice his movement, thankfully, and continues its mindless gnawing, chipping off another tooth. He flinches at the sharp snapping noise and the subsequent rattle of the tooth on the hard floor, but takes that as his cue to finally touch down and begin edging around the room close to the wall towards the nearest door - again, hindered by Dog, who seems to think that wrinkle mushes and ear scratchies should be even more forthcoming now.