Floki immediately pulls his hand back and ducks his head, his shoulders sheepishly drawn up as the bird flutters around him.

"Ooh! I am sorry! My carpenter's hands are rather clumsy with delicate things. I promise I'll be more careful."

So what if he's talking to a bird?

"May I see what's inside the thing you're wearing?" he asks, slowly reaching to take it off her neck.