"Thank you, Agrupnin."

Watson is, momentarily, also exceptionally aware of those talons around his hand, as well as the precision, the delicacy that exists alongside the strength. It happens to give him a number of Ideas about those talons in other situations, which, while certainly pleasant thoughts, are not currently very convenient to dwell on. If that weren't enough, he's a little bit astonished that he's into this.

He clears his throat. He does not move to pull his hand away. "Shall we get a drink, perhaps?"