"You think the deer sang?" Fabrice says, tilting his head to turn his attention to the little boy. Though he really isn't much of a people person still, he's always had a soft-spot for children, and Isaac seems especially endearing. "What kind of song did it sing, do you think? And you have a cat too? That's wonderful. I have three, myself."

He blushes at the reminder of his lack of clothing, running a hand nervously through his hair.

"Yeah, silly me. I was too happy at the prospect of Quill food, I forgot my own clothes," he says, hoping it'll sound convincing enough to Isaac.