"Shorttail!" he said sharply. "Timothy Shorttail, I mean, uhm, sir!" The grey feathered griffon sat rigidly to the spot. Handy took a glance, noting his tail was actually abnormally long. "I don't mean to interrupt, b-but are you Handy the human?" he asked hopefully. Handy raised an eyebrow at him before sighing. He leaned back in his chair, which, like everything else, was too short for him and had improper lumbar support, forcing him to either spread his legs out or cross them in on himself beneath the chair. He made a show of looking around slowly, a curious expression on his face. Tanismore smirked.