[Hank raises his eyebrows, looking between the two of them.]

So. If a body turns up and the murder weapon's uh, a kazoo, I'd know who to ask about it, right? But no.

[He raises his voice a little, to be sure Gladio will hear it.]

Unlike some magic assassins around here Sumo's harmless. I mean, if he barks at you give him a minute, but talk to him, use his name, pet him a little, he'll melt. I only met one person here he didn't like, but I guess she was just weird.

Then again, so is everyone else here. Are you weird, Gladio? Cause if it's the wrong kind of weird I guess you might have some trouble.

[He won't. He'll have no trouble. Sumo's seen Gladio talking to Hank, and he's had a while to get used to the stranger getting near him. All he'll do once Gladio gets close is stare at him, big, droopy head on his paws, and wag his tail a little.]