He scoffed, "yes so terribly busy with slaying virtual zombies. Pretty sure if you went in there and took of your shirt he'd drop what he was doing pretty quick." He said this as fact. The Saint were odd and often melodramatic, but at least they knew some fun. "I'm technically not a cat. I was born like this. I'm both. It's weird."
He laughed to her comment. "Well. Of course. I find their flailing amusing. That and women do wear skirts." He gave a grin. "And they never, ever, find anything wrong with the cat at their feet." Many would find that wrong. He did not. He took advantage of a situation, nothing more.