Absolem's eyes narrowed slightly. Did he say something humorous? No, I don't think I said anything particularly amusing.. she's amusing herself again. Joy. You're too kind to strays Absolem.. Ha, kind. That was funny. He sighed to himself, and stopped mid-step when they came almost nose to nose, stepping back without losing his composure, "Yes, that is what I meant exactly. I also advise, you try not taunt me, you shall find your efforts to be quite..fruitless." He smirked at the cat, her feminine allure had little to no effect on the tall male. Caterpillar probably invented the term prude, or his picture would at least be shown next to the definition in the dictionary. He watched her dramatic display, through the corner of his eyes, but did not stop to stare. He was used to such nonsense. Wonderland was full of that. Only humans were unaware of Cheshire's tricks. Only a human would be surprised. She began talking, and he nodded his head. However, it was such a short gesture, it was questionable if he'd done it at all, "I see, it must come in handy sometimes." He left his statement simply at that. Caterpillar was not known for being a man of emotion. He did not see the world like most males, didn't drool at the first sight of curves. Beauty was not in the body, but the soul, in nature. He saw Cheshire no differently as a female than he did a male, or even a cat. His questions were for small talk and curiousity solely, he had no true motives in his inquisitions..
One would wonder, had he ever experienced love at all? The answer was no. Absolem considered it to be too unstable, like science. Unstable compounds weren't reliable, meaning he could not rely on loving someone or someone loving him. He noticed the look in her eyes, then to where Cheshire was looking, "N-no way.. Don't even continue that thought." he stammered, his well kept, stone walls shaken a bit. Infront of the cat his composure cracked, but only for a moment, before his expression returned to ice. Frozen and unforgiving. "Your legs are not broken. You can very well walk on your own." He stated flatly. His tone was cold, as was his facial features. This cat.. might just very well be the end of my last strand of sanity..
He ran his fingers through his hair again, "Over halfway there." he reassured Cheshire, unsure of which gender to call the cat at any given moment, he could become a she within seconds, or vice versa. It was confusing, like the ultimate riddle. His eyes sparked with interest. The ultimate riddle eh? I'll figure this kid out. Truth be told, Absolem didn't know how old Cheshire truly was, but they looked younger than him in human form, so he assumed he was older than her. But we all know what happens when one assumes.. Before he knew it, they were at the entrance to the Palace, "When.." he finished it before he nearly began, this was Wonderland afterall. Nothing ever is as it seems. Something that appeared to be quite a far distance away could quite possibly be right infront of your nose, "Well, no time to prepare a riddle.. blast it all."