[This feels... safe enough. There's that strange jealousy still, but no sense of actual malice. Alone as he was, he only had instinct and gut feeling to go on. Which was... something he got a sense he'd done before. A lot. But whatever the case, the Cat King, while clearly an odd sort, didn't ping him as someone that meant him harm. But at the same time there was something in his mannerisms that twigged the idea that sometimes? He might just be trouble.

But then, he felt that the same could probably be said of him.

Charles.

Something eased in his posture, some thread of tension unraveling subtly as the name was offered. Familiar again. His, he didn't need any confirmation of that. It was a bit grounding to at least have that.]

I'd think total amnesia's a fair excuse yeah, [A lift of brows, unable to help but preen a bit at the compliment offered.] Good to know I've got a good face. Thought as much, but hard to double-check on account of the whole reflection thing.

[He did make a quiet mental note to tread carefully. The Cat might have been joking with him, but he wasn't sure how real the potential for offense here was if he accidentally tread on his proverbial tail, let alone what the other might do about said offenses.]

Mate, I know I'm a ghost, and what you told me so far. That's a lot of questions, [It didn't sound nearly as harrowing as it actually felt to admit that, or realize the depths of just how much he'd forgotten. He just chuckled with a sheepish sort of shrug, hands finally leaving the straps of his bag to hook thumbs in belt loops, a bit less of an uneasy sort of posture.] But to start, you said you're the Cat King, but what do I call you? Like s'there a name, or do you just get called 'Your Majesty' by everyone?