The sudden slamming of the door has him starting back and Blade letting out a half bark. Both guards' hands fly to their pommels only for them to recover quickly and straighten again as though nothing happened at all.

Cullen is on the verge of heading back down the corridor, cheeks red, when the door opens again. "No, my apologies. I perhaps should have given you warning to expect, ah...us." He motions toward the dog with his free hand.

"Fortunately for you, I've brought treats." He then lifts the basket. "If we distract him sufficiently, I imagine you'll be spared." His cheeks are still bright red. He'd very nearly tripped over phrasing best left unspoken. There's no polite way to mention where Blade might bite. "May we?" He gestures past her to the small room.