It sounds like something from a fairytale. (What here doesn’t?) Orcelito blinks, regarding him with a curious stare. “Was that... an ability common to your people? Or a kind of magic?” He’s prepared to be skeptical, but that last offer freezes his doubts and renders him speechless for a moment.

“I…” Orcelito finally regains himself with a sigh of dismay. "I don't want a cat. I mean, I don't have time to care for one. And it might already belong to someone here." While some of the scholars back home found a companionable feline aided their research, Orcelito was not one of them.

However, being distracted has weakened his hold, and his shoulder companion now slithers out of his grasp… to his other shoulder.