Blue eyes narrow. Someone doesn't like the sound of that. "Are you a counsellor from this school, pretending to be a student? I don't need a handler." Really, if she wanted to be his servant, he would feel somewhat better about this, but reject her all the same.

Califleur, the more agreeable of the two, swaggers to sit herself exactly between the two, already chuffing soft purrs from her fluffy chest at Isabel. She knows enough about her master to know this isn't going to bother him. In fact, Kuja would rather she be away from him rather than trailing him like a lost puppy, but he also knows he's stuck with her now. How annoying.

"You can keep her, if you wish." Kuja waves a hand at his familiar, as if just shooing her away will make it so that he doesn't have to have this in his life anymore. "I have no reason to keep a... familiar, as they called her, yet here I am, with one anyway."