[Egon grimaces slightly at the cheek lick. Just think about the fact that it's not that different from being in contact with ectoplasm, except it comes from a dog, and dog drool is not scientifically interesting to him.]

...Thank you. [Said while wiping off his cheek with his sleeve as he gets up on his feet. Kölliker hovers over towards Crybaby, bubbling softly and cheerfully. What's up, fellow baby? Doing better now? Wanna have some fun that may or may not involve swearing?]

Your...hellhound appears to have convinced her to stop. [He shakes his head, putting his hands in his pockets.] Whatever works, at this point. Where did you obtain a creature like that, anyways?