[Hey, he has talked to worse things than something that looks soft and fluffy and isn't trying to tear out his ankles. Besides, it's not like most animals he's ever seen, despite having gone through the Wild Unknown, so he'll assume it's decent enough. After a moment, he huffs out a small laugh that doesn't sound particularly glad at all.]

They even put these strange things on animals... I must be intoxicated, or otherwise dead.

[Carefully, he leans down just enough to offer his hand. Most animals are the same, especially when they're tamed.]

Well. You get what you wish for, right?