The more Ruse watched of pinklet's reaction to hys monologuing, the more incredulous Ruse looked and felt. Ruse supposed hy had never had to engage with children who were out of the loop with hys father's worldview, and much to Ruse's chagrin, hy was beginning to see that some people really didn't handle it well. Never before had Ruse witnessed this level of... self-induced implosion. How does such a strange little body hold such large amounts of fear?

Ruse wouldn't interrupt the little pinklet. Hy'd snap back upright in a sort of power pose, two fists on hys hips with one arm still holding Velveteen like a stuffed toy. The eyebrow stayed raised, however the expression devolved into one more of concern than dramatic suspicion. Ruse considered how to deliver his response. He did plan on taking himself down a notch just a little, because despite all previous impressions, Ruse was an adult and did know how to act like one.

Hys voice gentled—still theatrical, but less fluctuation now. Ruse kept his distance from the kitten at first, when he started speaking. "Hey, hey, I didn't say you did anything wrong. There you are again with that naive insinuation of what's good and what's bad." That might confuse Velveteen a little, but it was good for the lamb to learn these things as soon as possible, so they can avoid the thought pattern mistakes that the pinklet seemed to be experiencing. Ruse realized this lesson might work better if he lowered himself to a crouch, so he went a single step forward and did that. "You're alright, little pinklet. What's your name?" Ruse looked toward the lamb in his arm hold. "Yours too. Give me some names to work with. I'm called 'Ruse'."

Ruse would then look back at the pinklet, and hold out his hand like an offering. He would... try to organize his expression into something less judgmental or perturbed, but it wasn't easy. Hy didn't know how pinky would take it. "Let's get you both off this ledge so I can explain some things I think you ought to know about. I know how to fly quite well." Ruse fluttered his butterfly wings for a bit of show, but he wasn't so sure he'd even convinced himself with that line delivery and tone. However, he did know it to be true that the babies needed to get down from the ledge, and Ruse was blocking their only exit. So it was really up to the kids to decide what was best for themselves.