[Kurt gawped at her, once again too stunned to react in time to prevent her from touching him. This time his very warm, very real, and very attached fur caressed her bare skin as she linked arms with him. Shivering, he almost shrank away from her touch. Only the fear that it would seem even more suspicious held him tight in her grip as she dragged him away from the stage, tense and awkward with his tail still swishing behind him with a life that would be difficult to replicate with a simple prop. Could she feel the difference of a digitigrade being's gait as he walked? Would someone as perceptive as a professional magician be willing to brush it off as the result of whatever strange props he had on his legs without investigating further? Could he be so lucky? 'Signs point to no.' He gave a nervous chuckle and leaned away from her, though he didn't break their contact yet.]

You're welcome to guess, but I won't promise to tell you if you're right or wrong. A magician never reveals his secrets, ja?

[He flashed her another broad smile, but this one was tight and didn't meet his eyes, which flitted away just as quickly as they landed on hers. He was starting to sweat. At least his fur hid any trace of the heat rising to his cheeks.]