"Oink, oink." He teased. Kit quite liked teasing and whether it was bad or good he always had trouble distinguishing. A tease was a way to rouse passion from another, be it in sweet embarrassment or bitter disdain. It was a kind of game to him and one he'd learned how to play well.
"Little? Well that's a strange name." He purred, having only just let go of the other to formally over a paw...or rather a hand for the shaking. "Are you a runt, like me?" He smiled, finding it interesting to know of others like himself. He only had assumed such by the name and no other reason. "I'm Kit. And if it makes you feel any better you don't really smell like I expected a pig to smell. Maybe like truffles. Have you been in the mushroom?"
Waiting for the handshake he would fold his hands over his chest after. Body language protective even though he had recently been up in the other's personal space. His eyes darted about along with his attention and when a rockinghorse-fly came by, he gleefully batted at it before returning to pose.