The man seemed to be calm and the kind of person who liked to keep to himself. He didn't seem hard to deal with, or rude, or anything else the physician had commented on. He looked simply like a man who wasn't on his best health, but still tried to be polite to those around him. The way his staff behaved also made pretty clear he was by no means a tyrannical master to them.<br/><br/>When Jocelyn said they would make their leave, the young man prepared to call for Peter. What stopped him was the fact that the dog didn't seem willing to move from the place. His eyes took on a surprised expression. With a sigh, he patted the animal's neck softly. His gaze to Jocelyn made clear he didn't know what to do.<br/><br/>"Come on, boy", he addressed the dog kindly. "What is it?" With an effort - a painful expression appearing on his handsome face - Samuel dropped slowly to one knee. His free hand started petting Hunter. "I like your company too, boy. But you must go home."<br/><br/>He took a look up at the two ladies, and then to the dog. "Come on, friend. Go home with your master. You can come back when she does." His voice was really soft, almost pleading to the dog. After all, he couldn't keep a dog this large in the house, and even if he could, the dog belonged to the young lady, and should go home with her.