[There's a frown at the soft strike, the teen ducking his face down into his scarf just a little as he glances away. But he nods after a moment, stroking the feline a few more times before allowing it to wander as it pleased. Mostly it stayed close to Gundam, but it did move over to the cushion next to him at least.]

These wounds are purely superficial, I assure you. For an unholy creature such as myself, the damage a mortal can inflict is minimal. You needn't worry.

But if it will ease your mind, then here I shall stay.