He considers the winged cat, head cocking as if he's trying to ferret out a truth he can't see. "I guess it's kinda cute. Until they strip your bones in your sleep," he adds. Not sounding at all worried but that it's entirely just a possibility they have to accept.

"Si, yes. But that's just what comes with being a special ops unit," he admits, shrugging. "I mean, like everyone is kinda buff. It's just..." He pokes at his arm. "But also not macho, or bossing people around. I'm a corporal. I'm not bossing anyone."