He could have managed politeness much better if he had been able to get a good night's sleep since arriving in Death City. The only thing that kept him functioning now was his refusal to be defeated by his new, stupid human body.

He hadn't noticed Duke moving his hand, or that would have definitely earned Duke a glare.

From the hole that they were clearing comes the sound of a child calling for help as well as something else...

"...More cats?"