"You were originally coming to the party in squirrel pyjamas? They sound very fun, darling."

He smiled down fondly when his counterpart began grooming his little squirrel-like ears. It was rather surreal but none the less very cute. It seemed even in tiny rodent form the angel was on point with his wit. Taking a sip of his own drink, Balthazar laughed softly.

"Oh, goodness, no. It's hair extensions. I'm glad you like the rocker hair look since I was going for the lead singer out of Europe. Swedish rock band of the Eighties."

His focus back on his rodent counterpart and his brow arched interested in how it must feel to be ten times smaller than he should be.

"What's it like being that size? Does it hurt to think of complicated things having a squirrel-brain?"