Nataniel's ear twitched at the sound of the female voice. His little mouse friend quickly skittered under the protection of his own lush feathered wings. His eyes moved upward, toward the girl, to get a better view of her.
"There's nothing wrong with simply enjoying the day for what it is," he said calmly, "To each their own, so they say."
He allowed a smile to cross his lips, though it only lingered for a moment as he rose to his feet. Quiet though he was, he had been raised a gentleman and stood when a lady was present.
"My name is Nataniel, by the way," he said, slowly offering his hand to the painted up female.