Sawyer draws a hesitant breath between his teeth, and gives Bailey a heavily nervous look. "Yeah, I definitely don't know 'bout that one," he drawled, eyes narrowing in exaggeration. "I've never been much of a dog fellow. Christ, you ever see the teeth some of them have got? And those tails, whenever they wag I know there's trouble on the way."

The fact that he isn't a dog person... isn't entirely untrue. But he likes dogs better than he generally likes most animals. Vincent might have warmed him up to the idea.

Hell, the island on the whole definitely expanded Sawyer's view. He certainly hasn't forgotten that.

"Well, gosh darn. I don't know what I'll do. Brought Cleo here and it turns out that all I'm doin' is having coffee with some hooligans."