'What, are you, like, a psychic, then? Animal whisperer sort of thing?'

It's not as if it's a question he wouldn't have thought to ask, especially not after a statement like that, but he wouldn't normally have come out with it quite so bluntly. Weird. But easy enough to put down to the generalised weirdness of his life lately, and Sam shakes his head slightly, just to himself.

'Sorry, that was-- blunt. Just, I've met mind-readers before, but never with animals, I don't think.'

And at that, he has to forcibly stop himself, because damn, he has got a hell of a case of verbal diarrhoea today.