Dog watched the boy's hand reach out, and made a funny sound - not quite growl, not quite a groan, definitely not a bark, because this is just a child, after all. Even if a dead one. What with Hastur's skills in raising hellhounds, and specifically the one to serve his master, consisting mostly of living in a dark, damp, smelly room with the occasional poor sod tricked into stepping inside and serving as the next meal, Dog hadn't actually spend any time with the damned souls in Hell.

"We could go spelunking." Although Adam didn't quite know what that word meant, only that it had something to do with caves, and that people usually wore helmets with little torches attached to them. "Is there anything else down there?" There could be, if he wanted.