"Well, that's a relief..." He says sarcastically, but with enough warmth in his tone that it still can't be considered mean. He'd been pretty cut up about the whole death thing at the time — who wouldn't, right? — but the longer it's been the more merit he's put into the theory that a Cat King's personality can undergo some subtle shifts through death and reincarnation; not being reborn as a new Cat in any more than physicality, but adjusting with the experience of his previous lives, altered by the temperament of whatever Cat he reforms as. He does feel a little more mellow in this form, a little more likely to listen to his emotions rather than pretend they're not there, a little more understanding of the feelings of those around him.

"Let's walk back this way," He says, directing Edwin back onto the boardwalk and turning left in order to take the longer way back around to the main thoroughfare and toward the docklands. This way they can pass the main strip of humble little businesses that include that gigantic trinket shop and the café with the large seating area facing the window; a perfect promenading opportunity.

"Now that you mention it, I suppose I am doing pretty well for myself. I've got my town back, I can already feel the ley-line flooding back in, it's fish market day tomorrow, you're here and all touchable and warm...." An only very slightly amped up dreamy sigh. "I feel spoilt. Maybe it's my birthday."