He chuckles. "I'm a skilled hunter. It's a must to know around here because I'm a street cat." He said matter-of-factly. "If a cat can't hone their claws, then it's a matter of life and death out here." Which is true, without claws to fight or hunt, it's a matter of starvation or death from the competition. So far, from his point of view, he hasn't lost to either yet.

Affection and a company of a lovely human. That would make the dinner all the more delicious. His stomach is practically gnawing and he considered tonight as a stroke of good luck.

"Then it's settled." He picked up his coat, which is a tattered office gentleman's suit and carried his violin and fiddlestick in one hand. He comes a little closer with the intent of following her on her heels. "I'll accompany you on the way."