He blinks, taken aback. A hand comes to his heart. "My apologies. I did not mean to offend."

That part, at least, does not surprise him -- after all, both his familiar and the Great Dragon well understand language. They are blessed with consciousness by Great Greagor, after all. It is unlikely that all pigs are thus so blessed, but... this one, in particular, perhaps.

He moves his hand to underneath his chin. "Doodlewobbles...?"

There may be a hint of skepticism to his tone. "You said she is for show. What sorts of shows? Surely not for theatre."