He nodded, glad that Inigo wouldn't worry anymore. He would hate for Inigo to worry. About anything but especially about him.

"Yes... I'm a kirin." His eyes flicker to Inigo, looking to see if he understands.

"The flying kind, not the kind with a long neck."

Just in case, he's not exactly sure what language Inigo speaks, it seems everyone could understand each other here. But he knew very well that having languages translated in your head did not stop misunderstandings.