[ Ah, he did, even if it was just a little. At least she wasn't screaming for her parents to come and take care of him, so that was a bonus. ]

Why thank you.

[ He takes the head from her and examines it before he holds it up in front of his face, making little motions like it's talking. ]

I'm only scary to enemies, other times I'm just a regular old lap cat.

[ He lifts the head and puts it on top of his own, his ears flicking at the new presence. ]

My name's Ranulf, and who might you be?