Felih starts purring. A soft, faint one, but it's there. "Is that so... what makes you fond of this one?" he chirps, his tail now swaying idly behind him, the silky, long fur shimmering in the scant rays of light that make it through the forest canopy.

He's far more intrigued, and the closer he seems to get to the heart of his curiosity, the more pleased he seems.

"After all, you must have had the worlds at your fingertips, for choosing or making a form. What makes this one worth keeping?"