Ever since you had offered him housing, Valerian had subjected you to cleaning up after his fits of clawing the furnature. When you had gotten home, he seemed distressed, and as you reached out to calm him, he scratched your hand. "Stop bringing home such strange smells." He hisses, stepping away from you, "You're always hanging out with other people. You reek of their smell." His tail lashes out behind him in a sign of irritation.