"Well. It'd help if we had an idea of what to say, first."

Walter is not enthusiastic about this, not at all.

But slowly, tentatively, looking as if he'd rather be doing anything else... he walks up to the wall of fur and puts a hand on it, gently as anything.

He'll dash it away in a fifth of a second if the mouse (?) reacts, but at least it's as soft as it looks?