[Still all smiles, like Carl's everything is one big joke. Until the dog enters, that is. Then he extends his bare hand. He leans forward. Fingers snap. He lets out a low, quick whistle and, almost, seems like a man who once owned a dog and really did have a heart for that dog.]
Thank Christ somebody around here is a good boy. C'mere.
[He makes that dog tut-call, fingers wriggling, and perhaps it's no shock to Carl that Negan has some skills with getting lesser creatures to accept invitations...]
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Thank Christ somebody around here is a good boy. C'mere.
[He makes that dog tut-call, fingers wriggling, and perhaps it's no shock to Carl that Negan has some skills with getting lesser creatures to accept invitations...]