I'm going to grow talons so I can tickle you even better.

[But he does actually stop tickling her, grinning and putting a hand on her waist for a moment, just in case she threatens to fall over.]

Mm, you should hear them back home already. You know, since they're all pink and sparkly with some suitably elegant colors, all neat and pretty, and I'm probably going to start sprouting feathers. They think I'm a total fashion disaster.