Artair's tail continued to casually flick back and forth just at the tip. "I'm sure it was much nicer when you were on your own. Though what does one expect to happen when one comes to a place with metaphysical scar tissue through the means of intense magic?" Honestly, he felt like it had been a silly option to set up here but what did he know? He wasn't Management. He just knew that he wouldn't have picked it and that's all. Artair stretched up to accommodate her chin scratches, whiskers flexing forward.
His paws stretched out until his claws were visible but he as very careful with them even as he had to resist the urge to knead - how unsightly that would be! "I would say what he doesn't know can't hurt him but then there isn't much he doesn't seem to know. Except about what's causing the trouble." Which Artair found rather strange. "Though if you'd really like to curse a city, I know a faerie queen who would certainly enjoy helping it go a little faster."