<b>"Active yes miss. Truly ever alive....well by their very nature no....But they'll mimic the actions of the animal they are intended to be...within reason..."</b>He smiled and looked at the small birds, and other assorted creatures on the wall. All of them small. Especially the birds. Volex had never mastered flying animals in his late nights, crafting these creatures. There was always the issue of wieght to be considered. Esspeically if the intended model was supposed to be able to fly for short periods of time. The sparrows and finches that he made of tin and copper had been the only ones capable of very short glides and flutters, but never anything sustained like their flesh and blood counterparts managed.<br/><br/><b>"I'm rather surprised you've never seen one of these before miss. When I made the trip over from Canada, there were already prototypes in progress. Given, I'm not claiming I thought of them first...but I am doing my best to spread the word on these little ones."</b>He kept a full smile on his face. As his father had taught him.<br/><br/><i>Upper class. Anyone who comes from rich familes is right when it comes to business....The blame will never fall on you if you follow their directions....Their peers will come down on them for their own follies....Treat them as if they were your mother and I, but even more so. Love them, agree with them, and make them as comfortable as you can. But don't cling....and don't sell yourself to them...</i><br/><br/>Volex took a moment to brush his chest clean of lint that wasn't there. He felt all the different vest pockets...and the brass rings....The small 'key' to making these creatures more than just models on a shelf, frozen in time. No, he'd play this game with this rich woman, but he wouldn't sell himself....Be polite, he reminded himself. Be polite. After having three different sales today, a golem in his shop, and now an upper class Frenchwoman in his shop, Volex didn't know whether to count this as a lucky day, or perhaps the most bizzar he would ever have.<br/><br/><b>"All of the creatures in this shop, the ones you see, and the ones still in the back room have the ability to 'come to life'. But I can't give you all my secrets...I'd run myself out of business if I did that. Miss, perhaps I could interest you in a Meerkat, or maybe a Cheetah?"</b>he said motioning to the large display case of the mechanical Cheetah, the small amount of light reflecting brilliantly off it's Chrome plating.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>