Tybalt's ears flicked back at her shriek, eyes still closed, but he didn't budge from the spot where he had made himself comfortable. He did give a long, wide yawn when her hand bumped into his chest, but overall he seemed remarkably unfazed by all her noise.

Rubbing a paw over his face a few times, he shifted and rested his chin on the table, waiting to see what she would do. He couldn't watch her now that she was awake. He did not yet feel like risking her realizing that it was him. Better she just assumed he was a castle cat.