[Goddamnit. Cassel wrestles with the pillow for a few seconds, trying to smash it into Pietro's face, then gives up and lets go, folding his arms over his chest.]

I mean, usually it at least puts a crimp in somebody's style. Not mine, though.

Because I want to. Because I can. Because it freaks people out. Because sometimes people say things to or around cats that they wouldn't say to my face.

[He cocks his head curiously.]

Like you. You were looking for me, weren't you.