Matrim reached out to touch Gra'Zir, and the cat immediately twisted sideways to avoid it. You never knew when a friendly pat became a disarming maneuver, or a way for the other to grab hold of an arm. Gra'Zir shot Matrim a glare that was meant to say they were not yet at a level of friendship where he could lay a hand on him or his weapon, but the meaning was obfuscated by the cat's eternal smile.<br/><br/>"Gra'Zir will listen of course, stranger Urfael. Gra'Zir always listens to interesting people, but do forgive him if he does not lower his weapon. Tis a tense situation with many handsome strangers and Gra'Zir does not want to be unarmed just yet. But do not fear, the Swashy Cat never strikes first, so he was taught as a kitten, and so he is now. Gra'Zir will listen."