Thor ruffles the dog's fur, and puts both hands on either side of the pokemon's face to jiggle his head around in that way that hounds so often enjoy. The ears aren't quite long enough to flop around, but he has a feeling that Thori won't mind.

He looks up at the insinuation of an invitation, a little uncertainty on his face. "If it's not imposing," he answers, wary of trying to push too hard if his presence is unwelcome. Cricket hadn't seemed like it was, but he wouldn't want to interrupt anything important.