[Something about that descriptor just tugged at memories in a way that had something other than amusement flickering behind the warm, cheerful sort of air the ghost was carrying himself with. It was so blink and you miss it though, it was hard to say if even Charles himself had realized it had happened, mouth twisting in an expression of distaste that was both entirely honest, and entirely playful in equal respect.]

A bunch of right twats then, noted.

[Puppy sounds like something that should be rude, and yet the Cat makes the teasing nickname sound playful more than anything. Especially with the compliments that accompany, something a bit pleased in the smile turned the feline's way. He didn't have the memories to back it, but the comparison to a dog, loyal, steadfast, a little rambunctious... that fit.]

Puppy? Does that mean the whole cats and dogs rivalry's a load of tosh then, or something else? [And it's easy to see the click of his thoughts along, all but pouncing on another question that pops up.] Do dogs have monarchs too? Or is that just a cat thing?

[Despite the levity of the current interaction, he does pause when the Cat decides to warn him about the scratches. Brows furrowing slightly as he nods, before the expression eases, especially at that flirty little addendum and smirk.] Well, good lookin' out! I'll keep that in mind.

[Pay no attention to the slight darkening tinge along the outer edges of his ears there.]