"Alec, I've seen you flutter about, and I know it's a bit cramped in here, but can you fly?"
The owl could not help becoming a little indignant at this question. Could he fly? Sure he looked a little worse for wear after his long journey but was he an owl that couldn't fly? The thought made him puff up a little as thought insulted. However he calmed down quickly as Marc asked him to fetch the pen and parchment.
The owl stretched his large wings and swooped over the desk. With uncharacteristic grace the owl neatly plucked up parchment and a pen from the desk. He was careful not to damage either with his beak. With another swoop he placed both items in front of Marc. With his beak he even gingerly unrolled the parchment for him to write on.
Alec smiled inwardly. A large portion of him was cautiously optimistic that he'd found someone to serve, and if the tasks were as easy as fetching pens it would be a fortuitous relationship indeed. Although he had hoped his bond-mate would be of the fairer gender, he could not complain. His mind wandered for a moment - how would Marc react if/when he discovered Alec was a Kelvic? But Alec was a glass-is-half-full kind of owl so he pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he gave Marc his full attention.