Sephtis's lips curve downwards into a frown. “I didn’t mean to, it landed on my web as I was trying to catch you breakfast! I tried to free the hell cat, and then it struck out and scratched me!” He pouts at me and shows me the scratch on his pinky. “It hurt, too. Mr. Muffins might sound delicious in theory, but I assure you, he is NOTHING of the sort.”
