My...? Oh. [He seems to have genuinely forgotten Lady was there - or at the very least, forgotten not everyone is as comfortable with her as he is.]

Sara, this is Lady. Lady, Sara is a friend. [He shares a look with the direwolf, ending in a quiet 'whoof' and a shake of the head on the wolf's part. She sits heavily - not any shorter this way, but a little less threatening now she's not quite ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Armin pets her for a few moments, putting a brief arm around her.]

You can give her bacon if you want. And she'll let you know if she doesn't want any scritches.