Understandable, not many tend to call me by mine. [It's always Father, Father Pucci, or just Pucci, even if that's merely just his last name. He's quiet as he watches Jonathan and Athena, though attention quickly shifting as he hears the meow.

A cat? He truly does have a zoo of sorts going, doesn't he? He certainly doesn't mind animals, but he never was someone that had the time to take care of one. Perhaps this place might give him the chance to do so, if ever a reason came about for it.]

... I suppose most places don't expect people to be your height. [There's good humor in his tone, the smallest bit of a smile tugging at his lips. He knows how tall this man is, obviously, but even as a shade he can tell he would be huge when solid.

He's quick to follow him, claws lightly worrying the inside of a palm before he pauses at the blink.

Ah.]

Nothing very dire. Just that I have heard your name before, though the story is... admittedly perhaps a little bizarre.