[The motion of the spring is so immensely satisfying the Cat can't help themselves. They curl their paw around it and pull it back so they can watch it sproing again. It's a little hard to focus on the conversation with the fascinating pen and spring right in front of them.]

Hmm? [Wow, Jaune, cats don't make mistakes.] Oh, no, no, no. This couldn't have been an error on my part. Either we came here intentionally, knowing we would be able to recover our forgotten memories, or someone's sent us here. Either way, I was helping you before, of course, I will continue to do so.

[There was a reason they were helping him, they're sure of it. They just have no idea what it is yet.]