Robert
As the small feline began to inspect him, Arel could not help but impulsively rotate on the spot, ensuring that his hastily carved cane was between him and Jo'Del before taking a short series of steps backward, freeing himself from Fa'jirr's lenient grasp. The figure ever so slightly raised his head and opened his mouth as if he was going to speak but quickly retreated into silent gloom. Evidently, he was distressed about something, but nothing more than this could be determined. 

"D-Dov..." He muttered so quietly that not even the highly attuned hearing of the Khajiit could detect it. The only indicator of his response to his inquiry would be the subtle shake of his head, followed by yet another attempt to distance himself from them.
Dawn
He noticed his lips moving, but couldn't quite catch a hint of what he'd said. All he saw was the shaking of his head, thin wiry hairs framing the pointed chin and the eyes that were wide in something akin to fear. Fa'jirr felt himself begin to lose interest if the boy would be difficult. Though, he could not blame him for not trusting a stranger, especially a Khajiit. Perhaps he was smarter than he looked.

"He is not staying. He is going." He began, thoughtful, as his eyes once again followed the guards standing at the entrance of the gate with their stiff backs. "That is why you walked toward the gate, yes?" He lightly rapped his free paw against his satchel, bringing the knuckles of his other to his jaw thoughtfully. 

Then, he had an *Idea.* Of course, it was overkill, unnecessary, and profound — but Fa'jirr's day had been endlessly boring. Surely there wouldn't be a problem with making things more interesting. Steadily, a slow smile began to tease at his lips, a single small fang protruding from one of them.

"Would you like a distraction?" He offered, before he could stop himself.
Kathy
"If you need somewhere to go I can help, you can trust me," He says, moving one of his paws to make an amulet bearing the sigil of the College of Winterhold more visible, "I'm the Arch-Mage, believe it or not. I can provide you transport to somewhere safe, should you want it. Otherwise I can help you get to the carriage, I'll need a moment though." He looks at the other Khajiit, "That could be helpful keep eyes off him while he leaves, though I do wonder why he needs to leave..."
Robert
As Arel's blood-red gaze turned to Jo'Del's amulet, he could make out the familiar seal, identifying it as belonging to the College of Winterhold. Perhaps this cat was, in fact, telling the truth, but surely this could not be the case? What would the Arch Mage of such an institution be doing in the streets of Solitude in the middle of the night? Why did *Either* Of the two have such a vested interest in him?

"Rik dej ahziss dayth jer?" He asked, louder than before, to ensure that he was heard but not overstep his boundaries. The boy did not even realize that he was digging his extended fingernails into the dorsal aspect of his other hand.
Dawn
Ah, Ta'agra spoken in the foreign tongue of a smooth-skin. He raised an eyebrow at him, and responded, though with another slight of apprehension to his voice as he refrained from plucking the boy's fingernails out of his palm. 

"Dov deqe. Ahziss vakozay, jer heko?" *No need. I distract them, you go?* The inquiry was simple and to the point. He had just met this poor fool, barely knowing him long enough to find his name — he didn't deal in names, after all, just coin, but he was perfectly comfortable with having some mischievous fun and aiding someone at the same time. Any excuse was a prime one. Besides, favors meant debt, and debt could always be exercised later if the one indebted had a sense of honor.
Kathy
He laughs, "Thinking so limited..." He says to the khajiit with a smirk, "Well how about I gain your trust then. One moment," He walks back into the alleyway, a flash of green light is seen, and after a minute a Cathay-Raht Khajiit steps out, "Usually people trust me less in my natural form, something something looking down on me." He says with a laugh, "If you want I can give you a shortcut out, no distractions needed, all you need to tell me is where you want to go, I'd avoid most of the Northern cities, they get bitterly cold."
Robert
His eyes widened further than ever as the Alfiq returned as a Cathay. This was the last thing he'd expected to see, but it all added up. Jo'Del must have been the Arch-Mage; who else in Skyrim could accomplish such a magical feat?

"Why... Why are either of you offering to help me? What do you expect in return?" He stammered, eyes darting back and forth between the two to ensure neither of them grew hostile or drew the attention of the city guard. Indeed, neither of them attempted to help him out of the kindness of their hearts. They must have been leading him on to take advantage of him somehow. As much as he wanted this to not be the case, it was a feeling he could not shake, which was reflected in his body language.