Micolash looks disappointed, of course, but at least this time it seems to sink in that this creature, regardless of not being human-shaped, has agency and that must be acknowledged. It's only polite. "I do hope you'll reconsider..." he murmurs before hopefully leaving the subject dropped for good.

Wait, oh no, he's approaching again. Micolash, can't you behave for a single moment?! Oh, but it appears to be a false alarm; instead, the caged scholar shuffles nearer only so he can seat himself onto the chaise lounge. He does so like a puppet with cut strings; just flops bonelessly and limp-armed onto the furniture. Spindly hands on his knees, he taps his fingers idly for a time.

"...Had we been discussing something before? I can't remember..."