You simply shrug off what the husky has said, thinking he must be mistaken. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm no master. I'm just a dog like you!"
"But... but!" the husky stammers, "You were wearing the master's shirt!"
You gaze over to the clothing constraint you had to struggle out of before. You then look back to the husky and bark to him, "Oh, so that's what it was. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm no master. I'm in a playful mood though, that much I do know. Want to have some fun?"
The husky can only stare at you strangely, knowing something is amiss. You pay no heed to it and just go about sniffing the grass.
After a moment, the husky replies, "Ok... but only for a little while. After that, we ha..."
As soon as he agrees, you turn around and pounce at him, knocking him over. "Oh great! This is going to be so cool and..."
"GET OFF ME!" he growls out at you, snarling.
Not wanting to anger the husky any further, you oblige to his order and apologize, "I'm sorry. I just got a little excited. Anyway, what's your name?"