Other than a tightening of his jaw, Cat remains as still as he can as he listens and processes what he sees and hears. The irritation speaks to Li Lianhua's good intentions. The thought lingers in the back of his mind that he would like to take his feelings out against the man's knee again, thoroughly crushing them so he could move on untethered. He suppresses the urge.

After a moment of silence, he approaches the kite and plucks it up, holding it between his fingers like it's a dirty rag he found near someone's tub drain. Nevertheless, his next words are, "Like your little flower packets." Might as well confirm.

"She'd be flattered. Probably take it as a sign of your admiration," he reluctantly continues, shifting his hold to something more secure. Some of the tension in his body has left, but not all of his. Certainly not what's holding down and choking his chest.