Harvey glanced sideways at her and gave a small smile, reaching out again to run a hand over her head. He knew, of course, that she was some kinda Japanese goddess; he'd been around when Minako pointed it out. But he was also something of a dog lover, and when confronted with canine-shaped deities...well, scratchies were still pretty comforting.

"It's just...she's like my kid, y'know?" Saying things like this was one hell of a lot easier when he was talking to someone who couldn't talk back.