Zunar paws rather insistently until Jim relents, letting the kitten scramble up onto his shoulder, sharp little claws digging into his jacket until the chosen perch has been achieved. The kitten mews in triumph, purring happily, softly headbutting Jim's cheek. Yep. This is his life now.

"Not always immediately," Jim answers, once he no longer has a kitten actively trying to shove its furry little head into him. "Sometimes it's better to have someone owe me a favor I can call in. Kinda depends on how heavy the debt is though. Most of the time if it's something petty, it's not worth it to care."