Cole had listened as she explained some of the details of her line. The only time he made any reaction was when she referred to the Coyote as a god. A short grunt of a laugh which was stamped down as quickly as it had slipped through. Cole knew the supernatural existed, obviously. This world was full of wonders, maybe more now than ever, but he still tried stubbornly to stick to just this side of reality. 'Spirit' is as far as he would go for the Coyote.<br/><br/>'<i>Although</i>...' he thought to himself...<br/><br/>He shook his head slightly out of his memories and his gaze fell on the totem chain her fingers played with, then moved to her eyes as they changed in front of him. His mute expression didn't change, but there was the barest shift in his eyes as he watched hers take on that predatory aspect. For a moment, deep down, a distant part of him was entertained by the idea of who might be hunting who.<br/><br/>When Cat went on to explain about Cheshire, he resumed his vigil at the door as he listened. Force was naturally something he would prefer to resort to last, just as she had suggested, but for some reason the idea was appealing to him. Maybe it was the way Cheshire looked at them, at her. Maybe it was his attitude towards life, or others. Maybe it was his vanity and hubris. A darker part of Cole found something deeply satisfying about taking someone in power down a notch, particularly the sort to flaunt it. Still, he reminded himself that this was not the mission. Exra's orders were explicit and he would follow them. They needed answers, and quickly...<br/><br/>...Which only reminded him of how<i>long </i>this Bakeneko was taking! Cole was running out of joints to crack. Stalling the mission like this felt like ants crawling under his skin. Even the faint notion of possible failure due to inaction was something that made his fist ball and tighten. When he spoke, there was a growl at the edge of his voice, "What is taking him so long..." His only distraction from the growing irritation was, strangely, the way Cat's demeanor had changed to something more... vulnerable. Concern came from nowhere and seemed to drown the flames inside him. His mask faltered slightly, but a realization hit him. Concern was the last thing she needed. She was bold and proud and didn't need someone to make her feel even more exposed than she did now.<br/><br/>"Your origins are of no concern to me." he lied too easily. "It was a curiosity and I thought it might provide tactical insight into something we could use against the Bakeneko. I was mistaken." he turned back to the door and resumed his silent fuming.