Potemkin listens carefully while he studies the frog, glistening . For a split second Potemkin considers how Chipp Zanuff would carry himself in this peaceful garden and how well (or poorly) the fauna takes that, but Potemkin's manners and discretion are honed enough from working in diplomacy that he can leave unexpressed a single word of what he imagined.

As the frog gets closer to his face, Potemkin can almost think that with its attention grabbing call it's being needy. Potemkin doesn't disturb it, keeping still the perfect resting place that is his side.

"Interesting. I would trust beings of nature to have more intuition than most."