Given his encounters with the people in this world so far, he is understandably hesitant to accept her assistance. But she had offered, and despite his frustrations, he was willing to accept. The fact that Califleur remained calmly seated, ears perked and purring in the woman's direction had absolutely nothing to do with it. None at all.

Kuja watched her movements with mild interest and a little more caution than he would have liked, but he watched it all the same. A moment longer and he might have asked her what she was doing, for all the good it would do him if she was about to make him look worse. His tail swayed uncertainly behind him. But at last, she asked for his permission, for anything, and some part of that was a relief. If she'd intended to do him any real harm, would she have asked permission first? He just didn't know.

A moment or two of his staring gets her a hand in offering. "You may. You're sure this is going to work?"