"It's not entirely unpleasant to gaze upon.."

Lelouch mumbled with open disinterest as he stared down at your smaller figure holding up a kitten you picked up on the street. In your eyes it was cute— in his purple, geassed eyes; it was horrifying to look at.

With an unamused expression, he rolled his eyes subtly before reaching to stroke the furry animal with his fingers per your request. He retracted his hand after a few pets, sighing deeply, driven by his disgust for the feline, but nonetheless decided to treat it with indifference.

"Do you seriously think picking up a stray was a good idea? Think of all the fleas it carries, all the germs on that splotchy brown coat.."

His voice was soft, and a bit disturbed, Lelouch wasn't one to be entirely condescending towards people— but that didn't mean he didn't know how to express his disdain. In fact, he was subtly hinting at you right now to leave the kitten be.