( He has seen plenty of guests come into Penacony in the past, all shapes and sizes, and he initially thought this man could be a Foxian. Obvious observation scratched off this idea quickly.

Also, Sunday is simply being polite, but he stands corrected now. Besides, he also prefers being addressed by his name. )

Then, Mr. Six, should you be confessing you are unkind when I'm seeking your trust?

( His feathers spread for him, tingling right at the root as Six explores their nature. There are indeed two sizeable holes on his left one. Chronic pain is still abundant since he can't stretch it completely out and a rush of heat pools at his gut whenever Six goes over them. They flinch. He plays off the inexplicable sensation seeping through his bones rather awkwardly, almost he's breaking that facade of politeness. )

Haha, oops. They're more sensitive than I expected, it must be due to these circumstances we found ourselves in. But yes, my Master encouraged me to pierce them. Anyway - hah. Have I convinced you, at least?