One ear tipped back in puzzlement at her disdain for bowls becomes two tipped back in scandal at her--demand? On top of everything else, the cat is bossy?? Well, he knows what cats are, why did he expect anything else.

He didn't really, as per usual, think that boast through. Because while it's a hundo percent factual (kinda) there's some new rules, stipulations. Kind of a bigass caveat, actually.

But he can't fucking. He's not about to backpedal in front of a cat. This is about to go so horribly wrong. He cringes, just a bit, but pushes on with this terrible idea. "I-- Well, okay. But let me tell you, I'm not the same stellar conversationalist when I'm anything but an elf. What's your request, then? Don't say 'Free Bird.'"