He's used to those kinds of stares, and doesn't think much of it. Even in his birth town those with the blessing were the minority, and outside it he was often the first of his kind anyone had seen. And here... well, her once-over is politely restrained compared to some of the lascivious look-overs he's gotten.

"I think you'd know it if you had seen it. About this big, pink like your hair, very soft-looking..."

He holds his hands out, indicating the size, and failing to imagine what surely anyone who's wandering by will think he's measuring out for her, given the local preoccupations.

"It's the first animal I've seen here that wasn't in some kind of cage. I was wondering if it... came from somewhere."

Somewhere outside. He has wings, and he's not too particular about which regions he wanders; as such, he still thinks escape could potentially lie within easy reach.