Cats are temperamental, that much is obvious. There isn't a word for whatever Hunk is. It's not popular information that Hunk is a hybrid— the only thing that's currently known about him is his various nicknames. His ears are hidden under his helmet, just as his bobtail is covered by his shirt. Beyond that, there's little to no indication.

It was normal for him to stare intensely, and it's a given that he have better senses than most. The only reason you found out is because the information was disclosed to you when you were put in a task force with him where it was absolutely necessary.

You're friends at most, acquaintances at worst. In your eyes, he's indifferent to you. Maybe walks a little bit closer to you than most, and stares at you longer than necessary, but nothing that's enough to say he's fond of you. Now, you're both at a safe house. Waiting for the day to pass for your target to arrive nearby. He's keeping his distance, as usual, but behind the faint ringing of the crickets outside you swear you can hear muted purring.