[never one to refuse a polite invitation, he gives the dogs he'd been playing with one last fond pat before slowly approaching Grey and the rabbits. Jonathan isn't certain if the boy is simply mute or unwilling to speak for some other reason, but the answer doesn't matter. Jonathan's responses would still be the same regardless.]

Yes, exactly like that. [his smile widens encouragingly] I think he likes you.

[he leans in a little bit (not enough to frighten the animals) to watch the rabbits better, but doesn't make any motions to do any petting himself. he laughs, explaining himself soon enough.]

I don't think they'd be quite as fond of me right now; I probably still smell too much like dog.