Lalo is pleased by her reaction. It was exactly what he'd wanted, after all!

But even Lalo struggles to keep hold of the bird, fumbling a little, and with the stick, only to drop it on the floor. He stares at it for a second, horrified, thinking about the cleanup... but then he remembers he's got an audience. He heaves a breath, and nods at her.

"Not to worry," he tells her, sighing internally. "I'll wash it." He's going to have to pick it up. He reaches for it, bracing himself to grab the bird with his hand. Expecting it to hurt. And...

Nothing.

It doesn't.

He doesn't feel anything. There's a mixture of confusion and relief and slowly dawning horror on his face as he stands up, grabbing it.