That is what I have, after all. [And they've served him well... and he knows how to keep them - and the rest of his armor - from shredding anyone on accident. Luckily.

Rumble churrs, sniffing McCranes's hands (only one of these smells he likes because food cans) before leaning into the petting. Oh yes, he does like that~]

So, what answers or direction did you get? [He flashes a lopsided smile.] Don't get me all curious and then hold off.