[There it is again, that oddly human touch among all of the rest of Emet-Selch's impossible, ancient, immortal ways. A pet cat. ...A cat that wouldn't have given a damn about all of those fancy thins because cats believed themselves above all others-]

You are a cat. [Amused, Sigr speaks with the tone of someone certain about their words and malms of amused by it.] But like any cat, to find out if they purr, usually they need to be pet.

[Matched by his tilting his head, bringing his shoulders down, that hint of a fang showing in his grin.] We don't just purr on command, after all. No more than you would show up if we asked you to.