He's not blocking her view, because of the shock or because he isn't trying. There isn't much to look at in his room, as usual, except this time he remembered to slide anything he was reading under the couch. Maybe a forgotten bowl on the floor somewhere, but that's more because he was too lazy to get rid of it than anything. The last thing he expected was for him to willingly come back.

As if a dog could ask for someone.

"I'll bet." By now he's noticing the collar. What did you get into, Ein? He's almost embarrassed for him. "You wouldn't talk him into anything."