Shen Yuan nods and leans into his touch a little, like a cat, and then realizes, oh, that's how he gets into this, maybe.

"My mind is wandering," he admits. "Do you think everyone has an animal they're most like? I'm remembering a conversation I had with Claudius, and a sketch I did of him as if he were a lion." He doesn't want to distract Sagramore with the whole adaptation of a play thing, in case Sagramore and Claudius--or even Sagramore and Laertes--haven't had that conversation. Claudius can just live with the implication that Scar is his fursona. He'll be fine.