Her chin rests upon his shoulder and he leans, nuzzling without shame, warmth within his pusher. He doesn't even notice he echoes the beasts at their feet. He's so glad she likes it as much as he thought she would. He probably should have asked about it but, well, he got so far ahead of himself.

He laughs at her suggestion. It's not impossible here, but he doubts it, just as he's sure she does.

He kisses her head before easing out, pulling her along by the hand and grinning at her. He glances away only to call out into the crowd. "Hear ye, all! My beautiful and beloved matesprit is struck of inquiry! With whom may we learn more of the fantastical beasts alongside? Who shall be the one to please this most pleasant being, Meulin Leijon?"