"An' Ah take it that one's off limits," Luag joked as he nodded towards the smallest one. Catching the treats, he looked them over curiously before stuffing them into his pocket as he followed Emma into the pen. Looking around at the kneazles, he studied them based on what he knew about them and the cats who mainly lived in the byre. "We've got cats, just nae what ye think 'bout as cats 'round these parts. Mousers, ye ken? May be more wild than this lot."
Crouching down so that he would be more on level with the large felines, he just stayed there for awhile, letting the kneazles take him in as well as letting himself take them in more. "Ah dinnae ken... It seems a shame ta neuter 'em, but we've 'nough wee ones ta take care o' with the sheep. We dinnae need too smart fer their own good kittens as well."