Corwin looks up from where he's crouched down on the grass, as close to the now-growling cat as it's letting him get. The cat takes the opportunity of not having his attention focused on it to bolt, to Corwin's obvious dismay. He sighs. "I guess not," is what he answers.

He pushes himself back up to his full height-- a very tall full height, towering over poor Hajime-- and pushes his sunglasses back up his long nose, hiding his eyes. "But I can't seem to stop trying to win them over, anyway."