Even as Trystan basically dove for the cheesecake, drowning himself in the creamy luxuriousness of it, his ears perked as Mr. Kitty started talking. And boy was he nosey about it. "You know," he said, swallowing a chunk of cheesecake, wiping a few crumbs from his mouth. "If you want to get information out of us, you might want to do it more subtly. I may be a fox.... a foxy fox at that, and I may be what other people would call touched in the head, but I assure you I am not stupid. And for your information, she is very useful as far as I'm concerned, so keep your grubby paws off her." He raised his fork in mock menace, eyeing the feline curiously. His pistol was sitting besides the kitsune, close enough to where he'd be able to get to them in a hurry. If there was one thing he could always count on, it was his speed. Every time he thought of it, he kept thinking of old human Western movies. Oh, the Golden Age of Humanity.<br/><br/>Shaking himself from his reverie, he looked at Cat anthro again. "Seriously though kit. You aren't gonna bleed info if you do it like that. And uh, between you and me, don't ever indirectly threaten my girl again. Cuz uh.......... as she said earlier, I'm not cocky cuz I can back it up." He took a slow glance around the room, nodding to himself, and when his eyes returned to the feline's, they were as cold as the snow and ice. "I think this room would look rather nice with a red splatter paint job, don't you think?" In a flash, as if nothing happened, he went back to eating his food, focusing more on the cheesecake then anything else. However, when the tiger stood up  and started pacing, anger rolling off him in waves of burning scent, then sat down and started whispering to himself, he tilted his head. "You got schizophrenia or something? I mean, damn, you have issues. And that's saying alot coming from me...."