Few things were as clear-cut as the fact that you didn't touch Adam's dog, his Dog. It had been made for him, once upon a time, a loyal and desperate-to-please hellhound — and its shape now was inoffensive and lovable, purposefully so. So Anathema tilts her head, thinking it through, trying to follow the thread of this story. There is no world in which Adam Young would have complied with that order.

"And of course you didn't."