Jezebel's mouth tilted in a way that almost resembled a smile. Not that he wasn't already betraying his enjoyment, standing there and letting the dog happily lick his palm. "I imagine you're right, Cassian," he said, his own contentment shown by the lack of dourness in his tone.

He wished he had treats for some of them in his pockets. They seemed bored and possibly hungry waiting for the auction to start. One of the smaller ones came trotting up and Jezebel scooped him up without hesitation, assuming the auctioneers were not paying attention. The dog immediately began to lick Jezebel's face before squirming happily to look at the world around him, yipping at Cassian happily.