[Their ear flickers at "other Siffrin," but they don't comment on that. Instead:] Has he really been making himself that scarce?

[Their smile tones down into something a bit more genuinely amused. Or... no, it's hard to say? But it is less sharp.]

[They lift a paw up in front of their face, giving it two licks, then leave it positioned there.]

He was already all mushy and guilt-ridden about it! I didn't have the heart to do anything else to him.