I have something resembling a simplified Bond with the creature. I'm aware roughly of which direction its in, and its moods. It is similarly aware of mine, for all it seems to not care.

[It only pays attention when Hubert was directing warning anger at it, or when he was alarmed.]

Call it what you wish. It makes no difference to me. [He sighs, quietly, and walks over to the magitech icebox.] I... suppose you could pet it, at your own risk. I keep the antivenin in here; something I should tell you regardless, in case it bites you or another.