Suddenly Macavity stops. His fur flattens back to it normal untidy state, and his tail stills. He takes a step backwards, and laughs, deep and full-thoated.

"Very well," He tells him, hands open, pads facing towards the man-shaped being. "You win. It's been a while since I've discovered some-one I didn't know of, particularly one as curious as yourself, and I was so rude that I never even introduced myself."

He cuts a low sweeping bow, tail swishing up behind him. "Macavity, the Napoleon of Crime at your service."

And don't you dare think this is over... He adds, silently.