[In fairness, he did look like a fiend. Unkempt hair fell in his face, not at all hiding an eyepatch with obvious scarring and the dark circles that lingered under the one remaining with the weight of a thousand and one sleepless nights. His scruffy chin was covered with a dusty black handkerchief that matched his wide brimmed hat and all of the other sand-worn gear that screamed both 'cowboy' and 'this is uncomfortable'. He clicked the hard soles of his leather shoes for a beat, studying the cat--
no subject
and promptly dropped them on the floor.]
For a cat, you're not very cute.