*When the robo-pet goes for his face, all Cesar has time to do is to close his eyes.*

*Slobber. His alternate gave him slobber--which was possibly a lubricant designed to aid in the recovery of small objects to be stored in the dog's secondary throat repositories, actually. Touching a hand to a 'spit'-covered cheek, Cesar struggles for a moment between incredulity and vague amusement, before deciding on both.*

It seems to be working fine. *Then he looks back at his alternate, giving him a pleasant, patient look. He knows his alternate didn't come all this way with bags just to play a minor prank on him.*