Just one flight of stairs?

[ Byerly grins and lifts Whiskey's drooping cheeks, drawing them upwards into a doggy smile. ]

Hmm, I don't know. I'm afraid you'll get fat. We may need to cut down on the bacon you eat.

[ In spite of seeming to ignore Bastien in favor of 'conversation' with Whiskey, he does scoot backwards a bit to sit more thoroughly on Bastien's feet. ]