The gryphon was not quite as suspicious as caution would dictate, given a strange man offering him a viscous green liquid, but Swiftbeak would not look a gifthorse in the mouth- At least not until he was finished eating it. He lifted his wounded talon off the ground and rested it on the stall, trying (and failing) to keep his talons from digging depressions in the wood.<br/><br/>"You are quite generous. Here; the wound is below the bandages."