[ he knows his own territory well enough that he's got an idea about the things that go on inside of it, okay.
he knows full well that Dante assigned that dog to Wolfwood to make sure the man didn't leave or try to run off, and the fact that Wolfwood is leaving, and the dog is (audibly) snoring in the other room tells him one thing.

Flight Risk. ]

I was thinking of going on some errands while the sky was not pouring down another deluge of its strange rain, yes.

And if you would not mind terribly, you ought to come with me. I could use that power of yours to help me carry things. As ordinarily, I would request Dante come with me, but given that he is doing what feels like some sort of damage control...

[ he gestures. ]

I will treat you to lunch in return.
And none of the greasy food that Dante usually regulars.