Manticore takes another gentle swipe at Megan's foot, the first and tiniest hint of a claw coming out, as he tries to slip off her shoe.

Megan, unless you want your shoe to be eaten by a manticore, it is not a good idea to surrender it to him.

"Well, he didn't arrive here the way we did. He showed up last month, so I think they'll be happy to let him leave." He rubs his fingers through the manticore's mane, frowning slightly, "Actually, could I have some of that stuff? I think I can smell it from here..."

It smells nice too! Sugary! His curiosity is piqued...