[There's a brief, absent brush of clawed fingers against the shell of the egg before Alastor turns back to Rokurou, speaking with the same quiet tones.]

I'd hope not. Otherwise I'd be an utter failure of a performer. But, yes, I can sing, dance, and play various instruments. Though one of my favorites of the last group will have to be left out: I doubt I'd be able to get my hands on a Furby organ here.

[He looks to the egg.]

Regardless, I suppose I'll have to accompany you until we get close to the mother in case you need to calm it back down. I'd rather not find out what the mother owl will do if even one of her eggs was eaten.