Deimos looked up at the touch on his shoulder, something in his expression feral for a second before it dissolved away in lieu of an upcoming fight. He smiled at Hecate, still a little sadly. "I want a puppy." he agreed as if Hecate was cajoling him into the idea, but what she said next made him turn suddenly sparky and angry, like the cat had been before he'd killed it.
"I'm not tired or weak!" he said, his grip on the cat breaking its narrow shoulders where he held it.