"My feathers have likely never been in such a fine state as they have been since I have found myself under your care," he quips. "I like being touched by you, so it works out well."

He settles in, and is distracted for a while by her touches - only after a few moments of quiet does he speak up.

"When you spoke of a possible hunt tomorrow," he says, yawning gently. "What...what sort of hunt were you suggesting?"