[ She giggles at the dog's little trot and immediately gives him a few good pets under his chin. ]

Well, he's a lovely little dog. It's their loss, certainly.

[ Erina realizes then that she still has her hand on his thigh. Jonathan's very firm thigh. She draws her hand back down the limb to stand up. No, that wasn't for her benefit at all. She's sure of it. It's very hard, however, to look Jonathan directly in the eye... so she looks down at Pesto. ]

Shall we be off, my love? And perhaps discuss our... time-crossed situation.