Her "Hm," is one of those quietly skeptical noise, though as a favor to him she makes no overtly disparaging remarks on the subject of chicken intellect. Wysteria merely rolls her eyes and gives the combination of their hands another firm pat.

"Now, Mister Ellis, if you will excuse me. I have a meeting with some city clerk who has historically refused to see me if I am so much as five minutes beyond what she believes to be our appointment time. I had resolved to bully her, if this conversation went poorly, but as it has not then I may as well save myself the trouble. To say nothing of your own duties, as I assume you have carefully booked your schedule as closely as you're able in an effort to avoid this very chance meeting."