'Familiars aren't supposed to kill.' Knight decided then that maybe he really should keep an eye on this monkey that dressed like a doll that killed things. Zaviar killed things, that was true, but not ones that were valuable. Zaviar and Madeleine were very valuable and therefore this little Martie-Chuckie thing could not be allowed to do any sort of harm to them.
"What's to say that they didn't?" Zaviar asked. He knew that if he had gone through anything like that then he would have deliberately left things to plague them. Because they likely deserved it. And even if they did not then it would simply amuse him to know that he had caused them even a moment of displeasure. "There's nothing wrong with that since you play it well." Even if there was the occasional moment when Zaviar was certain that if she got too into the playing then she would forget he was there. Although the cello was a more calming topic than the questions that their familiars were intent on. Really, did they have to ask? 'So then what you're saying is that you could have offspring and just not know it because you don't have some sort of time like most animals. Humans are weird.' That last part was for Althea alone, who would hopefully not share it. "Maybe your mother has the right idea with the doctor."