“Kestrels, Hawks, falcons, pretty much Raptors.” The older man answered and stood once he had Twig’s approval. “At times I miss it, others, particularly when I have talons swooping by my head, I don’t.” He laughed boomingly.
From the side Shinichi watched quietly and carefully. Ready to step in just as quickly as Twig to stop Jon in case he got carried away, which for him happened far too many times than he cared to mention.
The familiar territory of the conversation had done a great deal to put Hakuba more at ease, though the longer he stood, the more his back hurt. He leaned on the cane, letting things stretch out, and ignored the burn for the moment, nodding in favor of the avian discussion instead. “Ah, yes, they can be quite the handful! I used to have a Eurasian Sparrowhawk, myself… Watson was her name. Beautiful bird, but somewhat temperamental."
He paused, then, glancing toward the silent Shinichi, then back to Jon with a timid smile. Social convention had been fulfilled for the stranger, and he didn’t want to keep the detective waiting. ”I’d love to see your portfolio some time.“