His fur is ruffled the wrong way, though it's through no fault of Jingyi's own. This situation was always going to ruffle him. He lets out a hard breath and comes to a halt, crossing his arms in front of himself and turning to face Jingyi.

"Look, it's ---" Ugh. This was going to be complicated to explain. He glared for another second and then put out a hand.

"Take it." His hand, he means. "It'll be easier to explain then."