Why — hello there! Oh, just look at you in your dapper little tie! My goodness, whatever are you doing here?

[Attending a gala, obviously, but setting the obvious aside for the moment: careful to keep her skirt in check, she crouches down so she's closer to the wolf's height, reaching automatically to take his extremely fuzzy face in her hands.]

I do wonder where you get off to, sometimes. But I suppose I oughtn't worry — you do always seem to find your way back to me, don't you?