"Perhaps. There's no way to know, with how intent he seems on hiding himself away," Felih says with a sigh, before giving a lazy, catlike stretch on the chaise. "But I'd rather continue going forward without any potential bias from him. He's given me little reason to trust him."

His ears perk up at the last bit, though, tail aquiver.

"Well, I was hoping that was for lunch... if it's traveling food you want, I can help you prepare it after. I'm quite good at that," he chirps.