Tyrell sits down on his haunches and jerks his head up and down in a sort of nodding motion. It's difficult in dog form to do it without making his head look like it's weaving, wobbling up and down. Dogs don't do sharp nods.

He whines again, then barks softly. Then, like a trained down, he lifts one paw and holds it over his snout, turning his head away just a little like he's playing at embarrassed.

It's not playing. He is. He needs clothes when he's done here.