Take the words right out of my mouth

He had a feeling that Ash was feeling down on herself, but really there was a beauty to her flawless coat that he wished she could see. Her response made him flick an ear, stilling his wagging tail as he wrinkled his nose. How could she even compare herself to him? He was a dusty gray, some black mixed in... he didn't hate on himself, but he found much more character in her coloring. "Ash, you're made of gold. You're absolutely stunning, I hope you know that."

Deciding not to push the subject and risk upsetting her, he let it go and listened to her change of topic. As she confessed her doubts, he furrowed the dark of his 'brows and listened carefully. "Everyone else...?" He didn't know of anyone else that declared their dreams lately, but he assumed she was talking about him. He looked down to the lake she'd been playing in and continued to think, the muscles of his meaty muzzle relaxing into it's usual pout. "Tell me, what dreams of yours do you think are 'stupid'?"