He was relieved to hear it, grunting soft acknowledgement of what she said without taking his eyes off the beast. He worried if he was speaking and it attacked, he'd make more noise than he intended. He had never had too much use for cats. Undead ones just upped that ante to an alarming degree.

He eased his hand from his belt, the blade concealed against his palm. He didn't know if a glint would draw it's attention and didn't want to find out. He flicked his wrist suddenly. The blade embedded with a sick chukking sound. The animal went into violent contortions, and he closed on it quickly for a stomp to finish it off.

He made a disgusted sound as he bent to retrieve his weapon. "Let's hope there aren't more where that came from."