"Always thought I could give a good shot at being at being a gerbil. With the little teeth."

Gestures to indicate it the little teeth.

He exhales into the steam, released from their staring contest. Hawks eyes do duck down again, but they wander elsewhere to the woods around them, too.

"I might be bad company. Didn't anyone tell you about meeting strange men in the woods? Can't do frogs or gerbils, though. Really I'm a one-trick pony."