[There really was! If only it would behave itself. Unfortunately, Henry didn't allow for that by letting it remain on "bloodthirsty", giving it a disadvantage when it came to getting along with others.

Keaton reacts before Henry can, and Henry yelps at the sheer force of his hit. Off goes the robotic pet... It slams right into the door of the store and falls to the snowy ground in a graceless pile of... metallic imitation feathers.]

Whoa! That was a close one!

[There are a couple things to be concerned about, true... but Henry's not caught up in those details.]

I don't think he likes you very much. Dunno how he determines friend or foe. Those are some sharp talons, though; he didn't draw any blood, right?

[It's hard to tell if he's peering over out of eagerness or concern, but he's looking at Keaton's forearm nonetheless.]