I see that.

[That's what drew Roy to even speaking up, in all honesty. If this guy didn't have a metaphorical dark cloud hanging over his head with a glare that kills, he likely wouldn't have even bothered with him. Maybe.]

Dogmeat? [Roy gives a light shrug of his shoulders.] You'd have to ask his original owner that one. I don't see nothin' wrong with it, though. He's a dog. Made up of dog meat. [He huffs out a laugh.] It's direct.

[And Roy likes when things are direct.]