Dodger looks from Barry's face to the dog and back, and offers him a moody shrug. He doesn't need any answer aside from that, really.

"Might have to bring that up with him too." He snaps his fingers to light a cigarette, and takes a moment to smoke a few puffs, "Generally can't keep his hands off me, one way or another."

Sure, that's one way to lump knife fights and being murdered in with whatever weird sex dynamic they've ended up with. He pauses again, and gestures to Barry with his cigarette.

"In fact, last time I saw you two together, you fucked off and left him tripping balls, getting felt up by some jackass demon. And he spent the night with me before I dragged him back to his place. Wonder where you were during all of that."