A bird is hardly the strangest company you have kept in your journey thus far.

[ Whether or not he knew anything about the aforementioned shoebill, he doesn't offer any sign or hint of it. Instead, he allows himself another lingering moment of maintaining their connection of touch, before letting his hand drop from her cheek, now moving to hold her chin with thumb pressed below her lower lip. ]

Your unabashed honesty is quite endearing. Though perhaps you shouldn't let your companions hear you say that.