[AT9 is has landed on a tree branch, waiting for any nightowls to join him on his perch and converse with him] [Perhaps you could help him catch field mice, as they are a delicacy]
Well played good sir. [AT9 rips off the torso with his unbelievably sharp talons, avoiding other parts with great skill] I'm partial to the tail, if I do say so myself.
I daresay, what an interesting turn of events! We started out as two feathered blokes sitting on a branch, to brittish-speaking chaps staring at the bloody moon. Where shall this conversation go next my good fellow?