"That makes two of us." The male replied softly to Monday's earlier plea. Red eyes opened casually, taking in the neko with his true eyes. His heart melted at the georgous calico neko before him, which was followed by a simmering rage at his condition. The pain the neko was in was a constance voice in the god's mind. This neko was one of his own. A descendant of his original creation and some foul being had the audacity evidently abused him. His voice rose a little louder and gave the impression it came from all corners of the room. "You certainly are a filthy little thing. Coming in my presence in such a state and waking me up with your incessant whimpering." Without getting he motioned the neko forward with one finger, pointing at the plush furry white rug in front of the chaise  he was on. "Come. Sit. Tell me your name, little one."