"True. But you asked about the cats."

Clearly, this is some rite of acceptance, in as much as acceptance goes when you're a thief having a conversation with a cop. A hot cop, of course. Still someone Saiph would consider running from in most other instances, or trip up. Depends on his mood.

Saiph blinks for a second before his lips purse into a vaguely amused smile.

"Oh? I thought I already had them."