Happy that he managed to break the mood without getting glared at, Dave allows himself a quiet chuckle.

It's very surreal, laughing with the two of them. (He's trying very, very hard not to just focus on Horvath.

He then unzips his sweatshirt and shrugs it off, moving to inspect the hood for any stray hairs. Finding mostly dog fur, he sighs and slumps against his chair. "Okay, one of you is gonna have to pull a hair out of my head. I can't do it."

Naturally, he looks toward Balthazar for this. It wouldn't be the first time.