[An agreeing rumble, and then Dumont uncoils, arching his rump as he stretches his forelimbs with a yawn. Rising to all fours, his head comes up to Clu's chest, ignoring the domed headdress and bulk of his armour. He would easily tower over the hacker were he to stand on his hind legs. For now, he simply smiles, hundreds of pounds of well-coded guardian hidden behind a gentle nature.]

I believe I shall take a stroll around the domain. There are far too few programs brave enough to approach me, it seems, so I shall have to take the initiative.