As Deathstar moves to paw at his hand, Lyney merely chuckles and allows the cat the opportunity to bat at his hand. As long as those claws remain sheathed, he doesn't mind the big fluffball pawing at his gloved hand.

"I guess not! But we can't all expect to be friends at first sight. Perhaps if we spent some time getting to know each other, things could be different." He grins before looking up at Dongfang, then up to the cat on his shoulder.

"Why yes, I have! This one here is Foxtrot. A delightful name for a cat, isn't it?" Lyney reaches up with his free hand to give her a scratch on the head, and Foxtrot lets out a pleased sounding meow. "She may not be as mighty as yours, but her claws certainly are sharp enough to strike terror into the hearts of any mouse on deck!"