Ambulon studied the feathery object in his hands. As if it would, indeed, come alive like some reptile and bite his face off. Well, at least it kind of worked with his old new paintjob? He looked to Barricade, an expression half-apologetic and half-"do I really have to?" However, well... Whatever. Not like it mattered in the end.

Ambulon slowly put the boa around his neck. It felt funny, but... "You still plan on taking me for a dance?" he chortled. "Or can I pay you back another time?" Like, with, um... a pretty rock or something.