We can go to see a show, but I'll make you pay

Nightjar seemed to forget about clambering over Elwood's paws, instead intrigued by something else. His little nose and mouth were working in overtime, apparently smelling and tasting the air. Elwood wondered just how sharp the puppy's nose was; could he detect the various scents that were surely lingering on his breath?

He lifted a paw in front of his own muzzle and breathed into it, then wrinkled his nose at the faintly stale-smelling air. But, curious to see Nightjar's reaction, he sent a puff of air in the boy's direction once more, with enough force to ruffle the baby soft fur between his ears.