The clicking of claws drew him back to reality, and he turned from once more looking over the town around him. The young griffon was still there, looking expectantly at Handy, tapping the approximate index talons griffon claws possessed together. He resisted the urge to frown and remembered the griffon's question. Well, why not blow up his reputation a bit more? "Yes, with one arm, you assume correctly, young Timothy," he said. The bird beamed and took Tanismore's seat. 'That... wasn't an invitation,' he thought. 'Opportunistic little git, aren't you?' "Can I be of further assistance?" he asked, letting a slight edge of irritation enter his voice. Timothy didn't seem to take the hint.