"So it would appear." He studies the crow that's lit itself quite naturally on her arm, head on an angle askew. "Though I do find it an odd choice of subject matter."

He would hesitate to refer to it as unpleasant. A thankful deviation from the norm, particularly as of late.

"Is this - " He breaks off to wave loosely at cat and bird with a puzzled, equivocal hand gesture, " - terribly common here? You seem to have adapted to your - own rather quickly."

Arista shoots him a withering look, which he disregards utterly.