There's a sniff of the hand, as if that is an agreeable proposition. But, then the clefairy unleashes the mother of all full-body shakes, all four legs firmly planted into the ground, vestigial wings lose and limp as they go with the motions. The shake is kind that longhaired dogs would do; the kind that is the unleashing of a near literal fuckton of water.

Everything in range is now drenched. Not only that, there is a very, very satisfied 'feeaaahhhri' - and one smug clefairy now only moderately damp with deep, intelligent eyes.

Sapient? No. Intelligent and a fairy(-type) who's been around humans most of his life? Yes.