There were always feathers that were hard to reach on one's own. Far more comfortable, and easier besides, to have someone else attend to them for you. That was what an unkindness was for.

As accommodations went, the idea of answering questions with a grip on a shoulder was a decent one. And the idea of seeing what they could see on their own was a tempting one--he'd been watching from the shadows for quite some time now, and it was a difficult habit to break. But he hasn't noted anyone being particularly fearful or suspicious of the two of them--not that humans ever took him for being more than a simple raven--so he didn't think they had much to lose by asking.

He gently tightens his claws on the shoulder he's currently sitting on.