The tabby meowed once, sniffing the air before hopping off Ander's shoulder, curling close to the fire between his owner and JW. Obviously he wasn't too offended by the snake, or else he wouldn't have left at all. That at least helped Ander's shoulders relax a little. Still, the other man was a complete mystery.

"Judging by your accent, you're not Ferelden." Though his eyebrow raises as he reads between the lines, and can't help but grin, shaking his head. "So you stole that. It reeks of magic...I don't think simply cutting it off will help you there. What ever that is, it isn't happy with you." And don't think he'll be touching it either.

Finally settling in a bit, he slides down the rock wall he's created and sighs, heavily, the heat of the fire filling the cave more with the shield of rock, though a breeze did sneak through the cracks, providing oxygen and keeping it from getting too hot. "Anyways, we'll be stuck in here a while. You can tell me all about it, scales. I'm sure it'll be a good comedy."