"We'll find out later, alligator," he says... then jerks a thumb at Gil. "I assume there's a bit of gator there. Just a tad."

His ears flick towards Kitty. "I don't think we're quite the same sort of Arcadian refugee, no. But we're similar, that can't be denied either." He considers his glassteel weapon, his shield of living wood. "Similar enough that I mistook her for my own Kith."