[ —and fully relaxes when all she seems to be doing is not murdering him, though she still seems guarded? that's fine. the peaceful hand he'd raised up his chest moves so he's raising only his index finger, as if making a point, after he's done taking back his half-step retreat.

the relief is very obvious. ]

Well, I can't blame you for that; I'm the same. They might call me an alley cat, but even we aren't so fond of the— [ he flaps his hand over his nose, indicating the scent. ] —you know. Pawful.

By the way, Rapunzel. [ bad choice of nickname there buddy (it's a pretty easy one to think of, however, considering all that hair). bad choice of everything there, buddy. ] Thanks for not swinging that thing at me.

[ gaze to the saw. ]