As soon as the cat grips his sword, Bastien reaches towards his left and brings up the other pistol. The telltale click proves its loaded. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." The pirate shakes his head slowly with an amused grin. "Might want to check that attitude of yours, kitty." He teases with such a fiendish gleam within his eyes.

"If there's no reward in saving your skin, I ought to take me a tuft of fur then." A somewhat playful smirk settles upon his lips. "I might be able to make a nice 'shawl' out of you." He's joking but of course the cat doesn't know that.

"Drop the knife, cat. No one needs to die here."