"Not a bat?" It's a poor joke, but he's trying not to fidget under the compliments. The smell of peppermint is a surprise, but he doesn't mind it. It makes him feel... pampered. It's something he'd never do for himself.

More compliments, and he deflects again, not sure what else to do. "I identify more with the corvid family. Crows, ravens. Magpies, with their tendency to collect pretty things. Often seen as pests."