That's kinda why I shielded it. The last thing we need is a possessed dog.

[Maybe if it had been more melodramatic and obvious, the mental image would be amusing. But Teddy's last comments are enough of a derail that he doesn't think too deeply on it. He's quiet for a moment, lips pursed, then cards his fingers through Teddy's hair, giving him a light bump to try and get him to sit down.]

Mm, maybe later. You look like you could use some quiet time yourself. But right now you need to let me take care of you for a change.

[He uses one finger to lift Teddy's chin, his expression worried and earnest.]

Relax, okay? I'm not mad at you.