Henry continues to bat at the cage, especially the handle, eventually grabbing it with both front paws and pulling himself upwards to bite at it. Micolash watches him, surprised and briefly distracted. Then turns his attention back to Ashlynn once more, even though Henry is soon using his new leverage to pull himself further up.

"Colouring?" Micolash laughs lightly, uncertain. "You speak as though it is taxonomy!" Not that he doesn't apply science jargon inappropriate to people, oh, all the time. Maybe he's just relieved someone else is doing it.

Aaaand then he's distracted again by Henry antics because the cat is now skillfully climbing his little kitty way up the lattice of Micolash's bars. The man wearing the cage watches in surprised silence, following the feline upwards. Until he vanishes over the top of it and settles there, hunkering down and squinting in satisfaction at finding such a fine high place! Micolash is now staring forward, very aware that he really should keep his cage still. Just letting Henry fall would be awful!

"...I really should let you prepare your food, shouldn't I?" Only now has he realized maybe all his inane chatter is holding up the process?