Pact made! Don't worry. It won't hurt a bit. Thanks, Lalli! Won't forget you at all, no sir!

[ And then the Cat launches forward, swiping claws as if he's going to tear him into. Except it's not a normal opening--he just disappears into his own swipe.

And then Lalli is no more.

Instead, of the two, Lalli will appear to be standing... And even turn around. But there's two golden eyes peering out of his face. And a grin that is far, far too wide and full of teeth.

...After a moment, the cat will even conjure up his normal hooded top, and pull that on. Minus the clawed gloves. He doesn't need those right now. ]

This feels much better than that rotting, old body.