"It was a mistake," he replied quickly, wings tucking in close and tiny body getting a touch smaller with the shrinking of his cage. It was a relief when it returned to previous size and he flitted to the edge of fingers to peer through at the Beast that made his feathers stand all on end.

He issued little cheeps of all hummingbird glory, wings brushing against flesh before folding against them and tiny claws grasped flesh to hold on. He wasn't certain if there would be an escape or they were moving to an area where his doom might come.

"No, it was a mistake. I was attracted to the craftmanship that music box." He flittered a bit. "I could... make you a toy, but it would pale in comparison to that item which has gotten us in such a situation."