"Peakittens," He repeated the word offered him by Tony to get a feel for it. He's never heard of such creatures, of course, but if he had, looking at the kitten Bull hands him as he takes a seat near, but not against, Tony, he would have tried his damnedest to convince his father to change their house crest...by way of manipulating his mother of course.

He looked down at the kitten in his hands, and it peered right back, little juvenile eyes glittering with intelligence and curiosity. He didn't notice the smile beginning to spread across his lips. "The resemblance really is uncanny. He's rather clean for a wild animal, which I appreciate in any creature." Before he could speak more on the topic, though, the little kitten ran down his arm and promptly found a place to burrow into the peacoat he wore and he laughed.

"Yes, I rather agree."