After She and Storm Cloud both sneezed due to residue from his smoking habit Tænar slipped her wand out and gave his clothing a small wave as she muttered “I vestiti vanno puliti, i fiori vanno alla deriva,” A second later the stench of smoking was gone and it smelled like he’d sent it through a dry cleaners and had it scent with flowers and fresh cut grass.

Slipping her wand away she took on a rather innocent expression as she gave Storm Cloud a piece of chicken covered in bacon grease, followed by a head scritching. And hearing a Rottweiler of his size rumbling with pleasure was rather.. unsettling.  At least for those unused to such a thing. "Good puppy."