Dimly he wondered where she hailed from but try as he might he could not place the words she spoke. However, it seemed he was in luck in that she spoke his tongue in addition to her own. He snorted at her comment about cultured but he let it roll of his back. He was sore and tired and not in the mood to go stirring up fights, even with a scrappy, twig of a cat like this woman in front of him. "Nay, twiggy. I am no lion. I am a tiger. Descended from a proud line of northern tigers all the way back to ancient times. And what of you? What kind of cat are you supposed to be? Or are you a weasel on stilts?" He grinned, enjoying making a few verbal jabs, knowing he'd likely get more in return.
