Unluckily for Wesley, he was not currently hungry, but since his dark side had made an appearance he found himself having to battle with his mental structure to keep his feline instincts from getting the better of him.<span style="font-style: italic">Remain,</span>he mentally called to his stomach repeatedly to keep the contents of the soda can present inside it.<br/><br/>"Important business, eh?" he inquired innocently, reaching out with a paw as a greeting, hoping that the bunnyboy would take his extended paw.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder what he's gonna think of a feline-human hybrid who's got the hands of a cat but the feet of a human?</span>he thought inquisitively, although he couldn't be sure.<span style="font-style: italic">I hope he doesn't think I consider him food just by looking at him. That's the worst thing I could do.</span>"Sure, what the hell," he said quietly at last with a petite nod, "I could use some company around here - I hate being on my own in a place like this, especially as it's snowing. Got a good spot too right next to the bathroom." Grinning slightly, he pulled open the door with his other paw, and briefly opened his cupboard to grab a sports shirt from his case before closing it lightly.