He looked over at the lady, knowing that he wasn't succeeding in hiding his shock. "A Bakeneko is a cat Yōkai, known to shape shifter, breathing fire and animating the dead. Not creature to take lightly." It was a warning, if she didn't know what she was getting into a Bakeneko of the age the boy had to be would be powerful and not to be taken lightly. He looked over at the boy, hurriedly taking another step back at the fury the spirit was exuding.

He swallowed, then taking a deep "I suppose that you wouldn't..." want it known. Not the way to play this, the Bakeneko was irritated enough already. He licked his suddenly very dry lips. "So you say you're not a Bakeneko. That's alright, I can work with that; you're not a Bakeneko. What do you want to be?"