[Thanks for being mindful of your wingspan. He's letting his fingers touch and at the same time he's going right back to marking up Dick's shoulders and neck with his teeth. However:]

Never had pets, but when we were at Dcom we had Gab. [It's quiet and not really important, just...talking for the sake of talking while he's more or less letting his fingers preen Dick's feathers and touch where he can.] He was a service dog, little thing...supposed to provide medical assistance because he had a collar filled with medicine but most of us just played with him. In some histories, he also saved our lives.