Despite knowing the lion was actually a transfigured human, Ford was finding it difficult to think of them as anything more than a particularly intelligent animal as they started walking through the streets of Wellingtonshire. When the lion started moving the wrong direction, Ford's tone was similar to one he might use to correct a dog. "No, you can't go in there, that's —"

Ford stopped in his tracks as he put it together. "Tycho?" he asked, with an incredulous look at the lion. That explained the nuzzling, he thought (but then — did it?)

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