Connor's not always good at understanding why humans do things, but he's good at noticing that they do them - so he clearly sees Hank's smile falter and fall from his face. He doesn't know why, which means he doesn't know how to fix it.

"I had to convince you just to give me two extra minutes looking for a deviant," he points out, albeit not very seriously. "Let alone five to put clothes on."

He's quiet for a moment, thinking.

"I don't really know what it's like to have nothing to do. I decided to find a job, and I did. Most humans spend eight hours a day sleeping, but I don't see the point in going into eight hours of standby a night if I don't have to."

Time to find a lot of hobbies.

"I hope you know that if we were in Detroit, I would have stolen Sumo from you by now."

He would have become the most spoiled dog in the world.

Then Connor frowns. "What will happen to Sumo if you're here?"