Tilting his head down towards the leisurely otter curled in his right arm, Neuvilette patiently awaited your arrival in his office. The silence rather comfortable for the court of Fontaine.

Initially, he had requested your presence for something in particular that he wanted answer. But he also soon realized this foreign feeling he had observed one of his colleagues begin to practically burst into a bustle of..

Butterflies..? If he recalls correctly.

He's not quite sure as he has always been more detached in regards of human affairs, he hadn't a clue what these foreign terms were. Had they truly recieved a disease that derived from butterflies invading their stomach?

And why did they give him this.. distasteful look of utter disdain when he offered to bring them to Charlotte for medical attention?

Humans were.. quite strange.

Precieving your footsteps before you had even moved to open the door, he immediately shifted into a more stricter position. Releasing the leisurely otter from his comfortable grasp and gently brushing off the figurative fur that didn't quite exist on his attire.

“Ah, you've finally arrived.” He gestured towards the opposite side of his desk where he'd wordlessly suggested you stand.

“I have requested you bearing questions.. Woild you mind humoring me for a moment and answering them?” Tilting his head, he prompted for you to begin with a friendly enuedo within his smooth voice before pausing his own curiosity to first give you a question to perhaps lead you into the direction he had been directing towards “Considering the plethora of diseases that had been discovered and diagnosed as of late, is there any such a disease containing.. invasive insects such as butterflies migrating into your stomach?”