It was the smallest bird he knew to attempt and also the fastest, making it the most likely he could slip the scene for some part. Like this, he was also painfully vulnerable if he happened to be caught, and he flitted about in search of the door to slip off further into the castle.

It wasn't the be as large hands snatched him from the air, and he issued a protesting cheep cheep sound until electrified air was blown into the cage of those fingers. The ruby feathers at his throat blew up and he flitted about in that cage of hands before the inevitability of his capture made it so he wasn't going to bother to waste more energy.

"Let me go. I won't touch the music box again," he chirped out in a surprisingly deep voice. "It was for my child, you see. I will leave this place and never return."