Having been given a supporting role, while not his favored place, worked out well enough in his favor. Whatever story this performance was telling, he had heard little of it and even less of what the character whose shoes he was filling meant to it. But if nothing else, he could improvise when needed, and exceptionally well to boot.

And he did just that. Cowardice had no place in his own person, and yet to see him on stage, one would thought that was all of who he was. He found himself rather enjoying being in an act, not a face in the audience, but soon enough, for better or worse, the curtain fell. The audience was pleased, applause and cheers to their efforts.

Pleased, Kuja took his bows, returned to change back into his own clothing, and found Califleur mrrping her own approval. He chuckled softly, offering out a hand for her affection. "Did you enjoy that, too, love? Seems I haven't lost my touch after all."

The soft head butted into his hand, pressing softer ears against his fingers, but the affection was short lived. The Oh leopard padded away again after a moment or two, rumbling gently, leaving Kuja to his surprise.

"What? Bored of it already?"

No, Califleur had other things on her mind. Mid step, she paused and looked back over a shoulder, tail tip flicking, as if to beckon to him to follow. Having no other way to communicate, Kuja had learned to understand her some time ago. He sighed bodily, making a show of disappointment that she hadn't praised him as he thought she would, and stood to oblige.

"Well then, on with it, I suppose. Clearly you are not easy to please."