None taken. [He replies smoothly, a slight curve of his lips. Ignis moves a hand beside himself against the bench, fingers searching until his fingertips find the coarse fur of the tail. In reaction it stops only to curl around his wrist.

His lips part, but for some reason, nothing comes out. The tail, that's right, it wasn't there before and yet he doesn't feel bothered by it. It's not normal, he didn't have it previously but... how long has it been?]

Recently, I believe. [He can only guess. And really, she wouldn't know regardless, so even if it's a lie it wouldn't quite matter.]

It's very easy to become startled by catching things from one's peripheral, even things one might expect.