Talking about Chat is always like balancing on a tightrope. He has to work with what he, as Adrien, would know about a person who he has made sure shows little interest in Adrien himself. If he says too little, it looks like he's hiding something, too much and he's asking for scrutiny.

"His name is Chat Noir. He...uh dresses like a cat? It's weird," he taps his chin in thought. "His power seems to wreck stuff? Like he touches something and it disintegrates?"

He gives a shrug in response to her question. He knows whichever way he does it, he makes one side of his double life look like a jerk. There's no real way around it. At least he can handle it better as Chat. He has already built in that care-free attitude.

"He's always been pretty private. He has a secret identity to keep, and we haven't really interacted all that much back home, bar the couple times he's saved me. We never really sat down and got close," he offers her a smile. "I think he's worried if I get to know him here, I'll figure out who he is and take that knowledge home with me. Can't be too careful."

That much is true, truer than she possibly realises. He exhales, inclining his head.

"That's true. Behind those masks, they're someone. They must have...regular lives, just like everyone else, when they're not saving the city."