It serves him right, offering something he doesn't have. In truth, while they would have worked something out, possibly involving Blue going out into town on her own later, when she wouldn't be giving him a disapproving but relenting look in return for his vague, "I won't go far from here", the pastries Cat had bragged about were few in number...and already finished off by him the night before. Also on the edge of stale, but even stale pastries are a treat for him. Warm soup? In some ways less exciting, but depending on what Li Lianhua has for him, that's as equal a rarity. Either way, it's a free, no effort meal.
...Well, he'd assumed no effort. He's been here for two seconds and he's being asked to unblock a door! In his condition! Cat looks from the window -- and the smudge calling out to him -- down to the door and, upon discovering the problem, tilts his head and puts his hands on his hips.
"You call Fiore overbearing when you've got someone keeping you trapped in your own home?" Silly man. Easily rectified, once he gets his teasing in. Cat wanders inside with the removed stick resting on his shoulder like a weapon, a measly echo of his longspear. Now that he's inside, Cat's mask does its job properly, defining the shapes of the furniture, his host, and the soup he was promised still in preparation. It was a good call, setting up an incentive for him rather than asking for a favor directly.
"Can't say I blame them, after you demonstrated how you'd rather freeze to death than step inside long enough to get feeling back in your fingers. What a stubborn fellow you are."
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...Well, he'd assumed no effort. He's been here for two seconds and he's being asked to unblock a door! In his condition! Cat looks from the window -- and the smudge calling out to him -- down to the door and, upon discovering the problem, tilts his head and puts his hands on his hips.
"You call Fiore overbearing when you've got someone keeping you trapped in your own home?" Silly man. Easily rectified, once he gets his teasing in. Cat wanders inside with the removed stick resting on his shoulder like a weapon, a measly echo of his longspear. Now that he's inside, Cat's mask does its job properly, defining the shapes of the furniture, his host, and the soup he was promised still in preparation. It was a good call, setting up an incentive for him rather than asking for a favor directly.
"Can't say I blame them, after you demonstrated how you'd rather freeze to death than step inside long enough to get feeling back in your fingers. What a stubborn fellow you are."