In the back of his head, he's hoping to any deity listening that they affirm that he wasn't this lame as a fifteen year old. Of course, there's no response. And how could he rain on someone else's parade?

Very easily, actually. "I feel that I should have seen that coming a mile ago." He's judging you hard, Chat. Actually, not that much, considering the joking smile on his face, but hey. "If someone scratches behind your ear, will you start purring too?" God he hopes not, because then it really would be weird and unsettling.

"Well, I guess I could help clean up some stuff since, well, I'm basically skin and bone." Not so much now, considering his boss is on top of him 24/7, but he still has very little muscle...and a lack super strength.