Clint nodded thoughtfully and filed the name of the cat away for later. Never knew when you needed to know a name, even one for a cat. "Good name," he decided, as if he had any say at all in the naming of cats, or even this one cat in particular.
"Well, you'd have to have some wordless magic, right? Or else you'd be stuck as a dog forever." Which probably wouldn't be the worst thing, if someone were to ask Clint. Not the best either, but still. Not that he knew anything about magic anyway, but, hey, he figured it was a good guess.
He thinned his lips and looked momentarily guilty over the question because Jamie had a point: this question was going to come up. Probably sooner rather than later. But it did seem kind of rude to just make the guy do magic tricks. Even if those tricks involved dogs. "Tacos first?" He ventured, pitching his (now hearing regulated, thank you) voice toward hopefully innocent.