He gives a little nod to what York says and greets the dog when he makes his way lightly down the stairs. "Hey, boy," he says, and there's a smile on his face but it's a plastic, pasted-on smile, no mirth to it. It's like a routine—he smiles because he should, but once Duke has had a few moments to pant at North with a big doggie grin on his face North's smile turns into a grimace for half a second before it just drops.