[What was he expecting? It's a good point, but one Cain discards with little more than a pinched frown, all of his attention narrowed onto soft cat ears. He doesn't immediately notice the effect his touch has on Six, although as soon as that hand plants itself at the center of his chest, black eyes drag down, half-curious.

Seeing the stain of red cheeks, Cain smirks—but he doesn't say anything. Fingers aren't soon to loosen, thumbs tracing to the velvety fold of those ears as though emboldened by the reactive twitching, rubbing from base to tip with new purpose.]

Guess it's like a totally different species. [Not unbelievable, considering all of the strange shit he's seen so far.] Weird.

Anyway, it's 'cause we didn't really have any animals, back where I'm from. I mean, they existed, just not… on our planet. They're all on Earth, so I only ever saw cats in grainy vids. Never touched one.

[Admission lowly murmured, Cain shoves forward a bit, as if to taunt that hand that hasn't actually begun shoving him back. Give him an inch; he'll definitely try to take a mile.]