... That is probably not an overly friendly hallucination, huh. In any case, the cat does not seem inclined to reveal any heretofore unseen ability to talk, but it does flick its ears again, not quite yet willing to approach... save for a quick hit and run brush by sniff of that hand, anyway (huh. tangible after all. what do you know). Sulpher doesn't stick around long enough to invite any real petting, retreating to a short distance away to watch and assess the man's reaction, a low mrrrr rumbling briefly in his throat.

A white tipped tail lashes slowly back and forth through the air in an arc a few times before settling, carving out the tall, question-mark shape of a cat at attention.

(So, what do Mario's hands or gloves reasonably smell like.)