"I would be horrified if there were two of him, honestly." He agreed to the sentiment. While Orion had little experience with the variety of creatures that the Cirque held, he thought he could get along with other fire-related people- but the Ringmaster had a frightening sort of contained personality that made Orion want to steer clear of him under all circumstances. Orion had only been mostly successful in that.
"Um, not really. I heard you muttering." Orion scratched his chin in embarrassment. He had been told several times around the attack in Rome that his healing ability needed to be available to the Doctor, but it made him feel uncomfortable offering such things. His tears, his blood, whatever they wanted was a part of him that he never thought about until he was surrounded by people in need of healing and fae.
"So, I've seen you around in your other form, but, you're not a typical owl, are you? You seem different than that Tightrope Walker guy." Talking about what they were seemed like a faux paux topic, but Orion had never really known other birds and his father had not taught him much in the way of what it was to be a Phoenix.