"...I know how to fish. Both in cat form, and in human form with a line and with a spear."

Something flickers in their expression, somber and lonely. All the same, they nod and gesture politely for him to attend them. With a shiver of magic, the person standing there returns to a cat shape. Better to hide like this just in case; a Templar, if that's what's about to go down, won't suspect a cat as a proper foe.