Was he that obvious? He didn't mean to be. But he couldn't help it. Legba had that deep yodel-like bark of a bloodhound that hellhounds tended to have - although, to be honest, there was a bit more depth to it than a regular dog, like it came echoing out of the depths of the Deep, Dark Earth. Especially when the dog was playing, so, it had him on edge, his ears straining to hear the braying of the ethereal hounds that were after him. Was that them? Or just Legba's noise? Had they found him yet?<br/><br/>Trying to brush it off, Goodman shook his head and shrugged with a lazy grin. "I'm just not a dog guy, that's all."<br/><br/>taking a solid gulp of the Fae wine, he felt the ambrosia engulf his senses, hitting him with the liquor right away as well as a euphoric sense of well being. Oh...bloody damn... He needed to be careful or it'd be lights out for him sooner rather than later.