The golden monkey, earlier fascinated with Jake's companion, was starting to think otherwise. It was noisy, incomprehensible, if not completely dumb and uncivilized with all that sniffing. Did he smell like a rat? Honestly. His eyes narrowed a bit.
"No, he doesn't," Mrs. Coulter shook her head, "And he prefers it that way." Then realizing she just hinted at his cognitive abilities, she added, "In that he does not answer to any name." Which was not untrue at all.
And quite unlike the monkey, Mrs. Coulter remained curious about this pair, "He is a funny one, your 'Oy'. I'm afraid I can't quite pinpoint his kind...And I'd hold my tongue before I would make a guess in fears of offending. Would you tell me what he is?"