Allen smiled as he shook Blaine's tentacle. His anxiety and uncertainty evaporated when Blaine articulated the word 'beautiful.' No, there was no doubt in his mind that these were intelligent creatures. He nodded in agreement, the sway of his hair probably like the rustle of a million leaves to Blaine's ears. "Yes, she is. As is your mother, and sister. You too, Blaine. You are beautiful in your own way. Admirable, one would say."