"I agree, just don't tell the house owner that. He hates when people call his things 'cute.' Not sure why," Muir chuckled. He led the way up to the door and unlocked it, stepping inside. ""Hey! I'm home!"
A red haired fellow wandered into the living room from the first room. He stood for a moment, staring at the pair, long, slender hands accented by grey, fingerless gloves resting at chin level. Then he suddenly smiled, ruby colored eyes lighting up. "Ah! Muir! You have brought a friend!" he cooed. "That is absolutely delightful." His hands dropped to his sides, the movement smooth despite the fact that he appeared to be wearing at least three layers of shirts on top of grey slacks. A light blue shirt trimmed in gold, a black vest trimmed in red, and a green vest on top of that trimmed with purple. A red tie topped it all off. He ran a hair through his uneven hair then presented it to the bird man. "Welcome to the house of Pendle!"