Roman's tail starts wagging hard enough that it shakes its whole body, and it runs a quick circle around Psii, checking him over. It always knows full well who he is as it's gotten up in his business plenty of times, but since when does that ever stop a dog from smelling things?

They don't have tongues to pant with, but they chomp their jaws a little, the bones flexing and releasing bits of magical cyan fog. Sans slowly approaches from behind, looking at the summon with genuine affection.