He watched as Anthony's breath turned into little puffs of smoke as he exhaled. The white clouds writhed in a strange dance before they disappeared, and he almost didn't hear the boy's questions. When he did, he closed his eyes and tipped his head back, focusing on his own breathing. It grew deeper and he found that place inside himself where the visions took root. Other than for Astoria, Sorin had never attempted to summon visions about someone. It was no easy thing, but he was capable. A true Seer could lay hands on someone and tell them their life story. He was not at that point yet.
"Hm," he murmured. "Yes. I cannot answer that without going against your earlier wishes. And I do not see a pet bird. A cat, perhaps."