Felih huffs at him, tail flicking and lashing irritably as he continued to hang by the scruff from this giant mechanical hand, jostled to and fro by its erratic movements. "Yes, that would be nice. And here I figured that someone with your skill could actually manage a smooth release," he whines and gripes, ears low as he squirms and tries to claw at the metal fingers holding onto him.

Still, he seems relieved when Nero seems to finally be getting it to lower him smoothly to the ground, and he muses, "Well, you are surrounded by plenty of us mages. You could just ask." He seems amused, looking at him curiously. "It's not as if we don't have some downtime to sate your curiosity."