"If that's the standard for proper evil, count me out." The last thing he wanted anywhere near him was a cat, especially after having to kill Cathy's not quite a cat but demon. "But it's not the proper kind of evil because that's stereotypical and ridiculous. You need to be different to keep everyone on their toes, guessing, and one step behind you."
He reached over to tap a finger against her arm. "And still pack one hell of a punch out here. May you never get possessed." That warrented a toast with the bottle before another drink went down. "And that is why I have respect for you. You don't stop fighting. And you're not preachy."