[Mogget keeps his eye open for another few seconds, studying the boy before him, before... closing it once again. A human with some sense! Finally. He'll even allow his paw to sink back down to the ground, although the jury's still out on the petting.]

That isn't something I often hear, but... well, there's no accounting for taste, I suppose.

[Whose taste? He isn't about to explain! Nor is he about to offer his name, because Akira didn't ask. Instead—]

Do you fish, Akira Kurusu?