[ he can feel the urge to move coursing in him, fizzling, as Muffin's head turns to and fro to get a good eyeful of warm gray feathers. He feels "their" body foremost. The thoughts are farther; something he can tune out if he wants, but since Muffin's asking, quite loud... he pays closer attention. And trills. ]

Yes, if I try. Seems like it's easier the more you want me to. If you're "yelling," as one could call it.

[ looks around Muffin's room... ]

Well, let's find something with enough reflection, then... surely you have something shiny enough in here?