Samsul nodded blankly, his mind still in his thoughts about tending to and playing with a dog while Anastasia told him to move over to the bench. He made sure to move one of his arms under her legs, and the other one behind her neck and then picked her up bridal style with ease. He walked to the bench and set her down slowly, moving his arms away from her and bringing his attention back to the dog who whimpered for acknowledgement. He assumed that it would be simple, since all he had do to was throw the stick some and react positively when the stick was brought back.

He wasn't very insulted or offended when she talked about him being 'too serious' and he could see that she was joking. He shook his head and and glanced at the dog. "It shouldn't be hard, in my times in some of the towns I've seen dogs and their masters. It shouldn't be of any difficulty."