However a turtle looked dignified, well, Killian wasn't sure - but he'd just take Stan's word for it. "So terrible," he agreed, though he wasn't in any rush to put the turtle back. Maybe he ought to read up on how to care for a creature like this as well, since he'd only ever eaten them and never had one as a pet. Never had any pets at all, come to think of it. But raising this wrinkly, tube-snooted thing with his manfriend seemed quite romantic.
"Should we get him someplace safe?" Killian asked, giving the turtle the lightest of pats on its leathery shell. Or her - another thing he wasn't certain of was how to refer to this thing, but he'd just go with 'him' since Stan had. "I suppose he'll need supplies and such."
Killian could easily teleport him back to their room, maybe he'd like swimming about in the toilet?