[Whatever glimmerings of mischief had been lingering in the steely furred face drop out of it in an instant at Jack's repulsive comment, the chef's gaze following the inventor's movements with an icy expression.]

Good idea.

[He walks after him. Not closing the gap, but not losing any distance either.]

[He stays firmly on the ground as he does so, too. The way his wings are tucked in close to his body is almost like they've been pocketed away, almost as if they've been forgotten about.]