"Yes, but cats are significantly more intelligent than you. I could never hope to fool one as I have you." It's gentle ribbing in his deadpan style, but also a legitimate source of constant guilt that coils his guts in knots. He can feel them sliding around like eels in a bucket. Everything about him is a lie, why hasn't the sun incinerated him for being unworthy of its light, everything is a mistake.

"...But we can try."