"Marcel? Isn't that the French guy with the teeth? I didn't think you were into that." No, Jolie. That's Marius. Your name is bastardized French and you still can't tell names apart.

She holds no doubt for what kind of dog it might be, but there's still a lingering thought of whether it might be some huge great dane that Swann heaps affection on as if it were a precious child.

"You're the boss." She says with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "You're running the show more than I am, go for it." Haha, sure she is. "Speaking of, good luck wrangling Samuel."