Mercy, Salem, open
"I'm a temporary cat because someone decided I should be. I was cursed to live one hundred years as a cat, with most of my magic bound, to teach me humility." He grumbled, fur almost bristling all over him. The thought he could be broken in such a way! Bah! At her introduction of herself, he slowly made himself relax. She meant no harm. And she was hot!
"Nice to meet you, Mercy. I wish it were in more pleasant circumstances." If a cat's voice could be suave, his was edging into that territory. He looked up at her from sitting on his back end, black fur rippling and silky smooth, and his eyes a luminous golden yellow as he sized her up.