[And somehow, Feferi passed up the chance to do a Scooby Doo impression and drive Lancer into a goddamn fit of rage. He whistled towards the dog, inspecting it. The only way he really 'spoke' to them was with little gestures of his posture, motions of his fingers and his gaze. His ability to 'hear' what they said was nothing more than reading gestures by way of excellent training.
Rather, Lancer was entertaining the words thrown at him casually enough that it made it seem like it was a regular thing that he talked to evil dogs.]
That's a pretty lady-like voice you've got. Plus--is that an accent you've got, pup?
[The dog stared at him, intelligent enough to understand that Lancer was being a jerk.]
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Rather, Lancer was entertaining the words thrown at him casually enough that it made it seem like it was a regular thing that he talked to evil dogs.]
That's a pretty lady-like voice you've got. Plus--is that an accent you've got, pup?
[The dog stared at him, intelligent enough to understand that Lancer was being a jerk.]