"Steal? My dear feline, I am Schmendrick the Magician." The tall, thin man said the name as if he fully expected it to be familiar. He didn't, in fact, but he put on his best expectant face and swept a bow none the less. "I'll assure you that I've stolen clothing from no one! ....especially as the City apparently provides it for me. There's really no point."
Schmendrick cleared his throat and moved on. "As for how I can understand you, well, I do have some talent with magical beasts. I don't want to brag, but..."
He trailed off. No. He wasn't going to be able to bring up the unicorn - it was all still too fresh and too hard. So, instead, he re-affixed his faltering grin to his face and changed the subject.
"You certainly know a lot about animals and their feet, my good man." He told Wesley. "You, ah -- are you both alright?"