[While Dezel is a pretty strong guy, that's a lot of weird dog thing to suddenly have bearing down on him like that. So down he goes, back hitting the floor first. His hat, knocked from his head, ends up on the floor a few feet away.]

Huh, fine. So you can detect me now as...whatever it is you are.

[Oddly, Dezel doesn't sound too upset about that? Even in getting licked. He adores dogs and as he places both hands on the sides of Wildmutt's jaws, giving him a bit of a friendly, almost playful shake, there's a smirk playing across his features.]

Now back up. You knocked my hat off and I want it back where it belongs.