"Yeah, go on. Go on to him." He gestures with his other hand, hoping to make it vacate. It does, finally, happily strolling up to a cooing voice rather than the man that might teleport up to the ceiling to make an escape if necessary (and teleportation is not one of the abilities that comes natural to Centaurians).

"Thank ya. I'll uh... wait til you got him relocated to explain. Actually, there's some food over there. In that there dish. Mind takin' him to that?"