Does he really think Daine would bite him, let alone eat him? Snarling aside, he really ought to know better. There are only so many ways she can express annoyance when she's in animal shape, after all.

At least the suddenly polite tone from atop her neck is a pleasant change. It takes her a moment to reconcile her idea of what a workbench would look like with her slick, clean surroundings, but once she spots the only bit of furniture that could really qualify as a bench of any kind, she heads over and stands alongside it. It should be easy enough for the little Andrew to slide off and land on the bench from his current perch.