Ferroc makes a displeased rumble, similar to the noise made by a frustrated tiger, and leans back, folding his arms.

"You got something in mind, cub?" He may not react with a snarl this time, but he will absolutely continue using various inaccurate descriptors for as long as the human insists on calling him a kitty. "If it's really a trade secret, shouldn't you want to keep it a secret no matter what you get in return?"

Mixed signals there, buddy.