Can be? Andrew is unpleasantly reminded of certain Time Lords he's known, though the addition of the beak is more or less an improvement. He reddens as well, wounded despite himself. "Who'd want to be his friend?" he asks bitterly, then deliberately words the next part as a question as well to be sure he'll be able to say it. "Do you use a litterbox?" he asks the griffin. "Do you need friends to come scoop it clean for you, is that why you brought it up?"