Eh. [He shrugs a shoulder and nestles in against his own arm a little before sitting up again.] Someone might learn, but I'm loathe to lose my fingernails over it. Might be we can persuade your father to learn.

[Following that claim that he's a good guardian, he reaches for one of those feet and gives it a light pull toward him.] Am I? Whatever else I am, I'd like you to enjoy what you've done as much as I will. Come, milord.