Mouse waves his tail gently as Lia looks at him, doing his best to look friendly and harmless. At least... as harmless as a dog that weighs more than she does can look. Harry reaches down absently to scratch behind his ears, listening silently for a moment or two without looking directly at the marshal. What the hell is a US Marshal doing looking for him?

Mac catches his eye, and Harry smiles slightly in apology. He's lucky Mac puts up with him anymore. But hey, at least they're not vampires...

"He's a service dog," Harry answers with a glib smile. "For my anxiety." He rises out of his seat and walks over to meet the marshal at the bar. Mouse stays where he is for the moment, but he's still watching intently. "How can I help you, officer?"