It looked over its shoulder at him, neck long enough to do so without any issue, and nodded in answer to the comment. Not its fault. It hadn't tried to stifle him with the sweet scent of its pheromones. Perhaps other Cordis-blessed were immune to it, and Grimm... well, Grimm was a moth. He likely just enjoyed the scent as a memory.

But, still, it wouldn't bother this man. That wasn't fair. He was fully a person, and though it was more of a person than it had ever wanted to be, it couldn't put its wants over his needs. Especially if he were new.

So that was all he got. It would find somewhere else in the garden to rest.