"It's not as soft as I expected," he says, sounding surprised but not at all disappointed. His big hand doesn't disappear into the creature's coat quite as much as Madoka's hand had, but he's able to card his fingers very satisfactorily through the wool. "It's... bouncy? It feels bouncy!"

Those dragging fingers of his catch a snag and pull sharply on said bouncy wool, making the alpaca's head come straight up out of the hay. It swivels its head around almost a full one hundred and eighty degrees and honks straight into Devero's face in protest. He yanks his hand free and lurches back a couple of steps, startled-- and then laughing as he brushes spit-covered bits of greenery off his cheeks.

"Well, I guess it didn't like that much, huh?" he says, watching the animal resume eating peacefully from the little girl's arms.