Felih rolls his eyes. "You and your mischief- there's no need to torment the boy so," he says, as if he doesn't also tease the darling just to see him go red. "He's spooked easily and it wounds his pride, 'tis something he's trying to better about himself. Let's not tear down his attempts at progress, hm?"

He strokes the sleepy tiger cub and watches it yawn and stretch, fondly.

"Pinya, surely you can't have missed the fact he's in the middle of his growth spurt?" he laughs. "He's outgrown me considerably. It's been years since we met, after all."