It's for the best that he doesn't ask. Razor would have a hard time explaining it, as it is. To him, it's just normal - the way it is. However, he does understand that it isn't that way for other humans, and now just people in general. He bends at the knee and offers Eria his palm so that she can sniff him more thoroughly should she desire.

He makes no movements that are sudden, and he wouldn't dare reach out to pet her if she didn't specifically request it.

"Wolf is...serious," he says quietly. "Like wolf at home." He's thinking of a very specific wolf, of course. The wolf who raised him was kind of -- well, unfriendly towards outsiders. Razor happened to like new people.

He glanced towards his familiar. "But Wolf should have friend, too." He nods. Clearly, he just calls his wolf "Wolf".