Creative? Khoriya's brows draw together, and Bob can likely see the confused swish of plumed tail from his position on the worg's back. This... easy, casual back and forth of conversation is unfamiliar to him, guarded royal beast that he is. Not... unwelcome, perhaps. Just unfamiliar.

And he has no idea what he's in for, when it comes to Bob and the names he might come up with.

"...We approach the town gates." There's the impulse to simply drop Bob off by the wall and let the human fend for himself thereafter. But Khoriya knows himself well enough to recognize it is only his own embarrassment speaking, that he may as well see through his own choices, however poor they may be. "Are you among the humans staying at the boarding house?"