Strange makes an odd little bird noise that might be a laugh if birds could actually laugh. "It felt like the right thing to do," he answers, as if that's a good enough answer. It isn't but hey, there you go, that's the answer Peridot is getting.

He flies up to stand next to Peridot on the low wall. "I saw whatever you and your lynx friend were trying to do earlier this morning." Who (normally) has two thumbs, a slightly fucked sleep schedule, and no sense of personal boundaries? Jonathan Strange. "What exactly was that?"