Lunori’s ears perked slightly, and a soft, contented purr escaped him as he dipped his head in a graceful nod.
"Ah, my dear lady, your hospitality is as welcome as a sunbeam on a cold stone floor. It shall be my pleasure to lend my humble talents to your cause. Know this—I seek only the truth, and I’d sooner choke on a hairball than falsely accuse an innocent, no matter how unsavory their dealings may be elsewhere."
He flicked his tail with a touch of theatrical flair, his whiskers twitching in amusement.
"I must admit, I find myself most intrigued. It is not every day one has the chance to parley with a company that walks the shadowed edge of the law. And to discover that even in such oft-misunderstood circles, one may find refinement, charm—and dare I say, beauty—is a rare and welcome blessing."
With a paw-hand over his heart, he gave a slight bow, his eyes gleaming with mischief and sincerity alike.
"Lead on, my lady. I shall follow—aye, even to the gates of Hell itself, should your path wind so far."