Leif had no idea what an occamy was, however, the drink that he was offered did look rather enticing, though he knew the word 'whiskey' usually didn't go with kids. He pondered over the decision before the authoritative woman called out the man -- Mr. Crouch -- and then dumped out the drink on the ground. Leif sighed a little. It looked a bit like the moon, he thought, still uncertain over the danger levels of an occamy. Maybe Mr. Crouch was just trying to give them some insight, or it was some type of potion!

"Ask it nicely?" he said briefly, wondrously, as if the creature would actually listen to them. The way the older woman spoke, it seemed like it might. If he was such a big creature, he would want to run. Leif wondered how many teeth it had. The younger woman, was talking about eggs. Leif didn't see any, which seemed to be a good thing. He decided he wanted to help the women. Surely they had some authority somewhere, and besides, if he made some type of daring save today, it would be good in future when he ran for Minister of Magic.

"It's pretty big," Leif noticed, "Do you have a box of some type, ma'am?" he used his best manners as he addressed the older woman, she seemed in charge, and then, turning to look at the man, "Or could we conjure one, sir?" The we, of course, was metaphorical. Leif hadn't a wand, even, so unless he planned on doing some wandless magic at the tender age of ten, it was unlikely he could do much. But he still wanted to.

The younger woman, he paid less attention to. He had decided that she thought him too childish when she gave him a warning look. It wasn't like he was going to run up and pet it, and besides, he was given to trusting men and people in charge easily.