And Poison, of course, has her own animal instinct responses to what he does. Every feather across the tops of her wings puffs up, but she doesn't quite resort to fleeing in the same way that Shiro does. Any concerns she might have had are immediately banished by the sound of his voice coming from the tree.

Then she laughs. She laughs so hard she ends up doubled over with one hand curled around her stomach, the muscles there nearly in pain with the repeated spasms.

That was just too funny.