[He and the dog stare at one another. It wuffles and he blinks, realisation slowly crossing his face.]

Uh... I do now, I guess. He says he's my familiar.

[The hellhound thumps its tail against the ground and pushes its head under Bruno's hand until he pets it, scritching the sleek fur and ruffling its pointed ears. After a moment, he grins.]

Hi, there.

[There's an affronted-sounding squeak from the rat who'd been napping in Bruno's hood. He gives a quiet laugh.] Don't be jealous, Elizabeta, I still love you just as much.