Kif looks back at the human for a moment, considering, before he nods and tries that. The man's wearing enough to mark him as a Grey Warden, which Kif takes to mean he knows what he's doing, even beyond how the forms had looked.

The movement feels easier and a little faster, a little more natural.

"Thank you," Kif says a little awkwardly. Some humans around here were helpful for the sake of being helpful, but he's not sure if that's what's happening here. It's never safe to assume.