[ Anyways, he grasps Gregór's upper arm firmly as they are parted, and takes his leave of Silco's retainer. Once he is given permission to enter, he opens the door to Silco's office, ducking his head below the top of the door's frame in order to enter without colliding with it. He is a large man, broad but not rounded in frame — simply armored and dressed to the teeth, if he even has any teeth.

His helm does make a nice wide sweep of Silco's office, cataloging the environment likely most personal to his benefactor, before his attention gravitates to two points: Silco, and then to the lethargic creature in the corner. ]

Good afternoon, Mister Silco. [ Always such a polite man! ] I am a fan of their presence, yes. The existence of a creature speaks much about the environment they are from, and their adaptability to foreign environments says even more about what can be done with them. That being said, pray tell me who this little one is?