"And you know, I do believe Paras understands you!" he whispers excitedly. He is whispering because terrifically important moments like these are easily frightened off by noise!

"Hey Paras, click twice if you're a space alien!"

"Para par?"

"I guess if this isn't Earth that makes us the space aliens."

"So it does! But I believe you're onto something."

Hmm, fundamentals...
"Paras, can you understand me? Clack twice if you can."

. . . Click clack.

In-teresting.

"Oh, well done, thank you! And could you oblige me with three? Now three clacks if you understand me, please?"

Click click clack. Click.

"I'm not sure I caught that, actually. I meant to ask for three clacks, please—"

Gloves off for the moment.

"—like this?" Clap, clap, clap. Three deliberate little claps by way of demonstration.

Click click click!

"Good!" And surprisingly co-operative for what is ostensibly a wild animal. A humble bug, even.

He'll toss Paras a bit of mushroom as a reward, although he wishes he had a more inspiring treat—ah, for good measure, he'll bite off a bit of apple and experimentally toss that over as well.