[He is unsure what to think of the rat. Of all the peoples he's read of or encountered in his own world, he has never met someone like him. Nor does he believe the tone is meant to be welcoming. His tail swishes behind him.]

Perhaps it is my mortality that does not afford me the measures of which to truly enjoy this, then. Alas.

[He does not sound saddened by that in the slightest.]

Novelty only lasts as long as it is novel, besides.