Ferus chuckles a bit at the cat's words, nodding his head as he lets out a wet belch, accidentally sending a mucous coated pocket-watch out onto the counter. Unlike most predators who are exposed, he doesn't become embarrassed or defensive. Instead, he simply takes a napkin, wipes the slime off the bar and the watch, and begins to inspect it. "Hunh... I think this thing is made of gold... Good thing it got caught in my throat rather than my gut." He turns to Samuel, holding it out. "How much do you think I could sell this for?"<br/><br/>As he speaks with the cat, his ears flick in various directions, catching interesting snippets of the other conversations. He thinks about a few things, but decides to remain separate from them for the moment, he has the information he needs as of yet, so at this point, his main priority is just to relax and enjoy the proverbial show. He turns back to the cat, presumably after getting an answer, and then licks his chops. "You ought to stop by my place once I get some supplies, whatever weapon you've got to keep yourself from getting eaten, I can guarantee you it's not as good as what you could pick up from me."