Oolong makes a noise deep in that impressive throat at Horst's cheerful (but firm) ending of the tale at that point. One must wait for sequels. Ah, so it is. He nods a philosophical acceptance of this, much as it grates on his curiosity, and skritches at his belly.

The request makes his eyes widen, giving him a brief and unfortunate resemblance to a vastly-oversized pug dog.

"I am certain that I am in your debt, Herr Brauer; whatever might I do for you?"