[Magnus overhears a woman mention to someone else she's looking for her dog, and he instantly spits out the energy drink he was trying to chug and rushes over, definitely knocking shit over in his haste to get her attention. Glasses are broken. Alcohol is on the floor. It's a mess.]

Excuse me, did you just say you're looking for a very big dog? I'll help you find him! Please?

[He then grabs her hand suddenly and starts giving her the most energetic handshake she may have ever experienced.]

Magnus Burnsides, proficient in animal handling, professional goodboy locator. Or I can be.