Sasha rolled his eyes. "Because I thought you were a cat! A real cat. You know most people who turn into animals don't go walking around all the time like that." Granted, a lot of them, like werewolves, couldn't, but that wasn't the point. If he'd known the cat was Caitlin all along, he never would have even bought that stupid bonnet in the first place.
"My face isn't as fragile as you think it is," the half-demon sneered. He wasn't supposed to bite people anymore, but perhaps he'd make an exception for Caitlin. It wasn't like she was the type to tell on people.
Sasha wielded his tail like a whip, ready to welt whichever part of her hit him first. And if she attacked his face? His face would just have to attack her.