Gold's unnerving cooing at dogs will probably never stop being weird to those who know him. He scritches the puppy under the chin. "Perhaps he knows I'm family."

Which brings him to something he hadn't quite noticed before now- Henry. He drops his hand away from Lucky and glances around, expecting to see the boy come running up to them.

"And where is Henry?" He has a feeling he knows the answer to that question, but one never knows, really.