In slow downward spirals, Cerrit makes his way from the clouds to the ground, landing on a pair of great taloned feet. Superficially, the resemblance to a Phillipine eagle is hard to mistake, but there's definitely arms in the coat. Cerrit eyes César quietly for a moment, before the feathers of his crest lift.

"Planning to move in, here?" He speaks with a gruff, deep tone that would fit in a detective noir film.