Seeming sufficiently appeased (for now, maybe?), the cat lifts a paw to begin washing himself.

"I know some people might have less natural talent than others at certain things, um, powers-wise, but I always kind of figured they might be good at other things..." And just not figured out what those other things might be just yet, or something? No one having anything just sounds ... Wait. "Your first life?"

Somehow, with the way the man's been talking, Vayne doesn't think the man means dying to get here, or anything like that. Immortal cultivation doesn't sound like something you, ah. Cultivate in the few hours or so anyone's been here for.