Much to Ridley's disappointment, the other did not answer his question. Instead he huffed and puffed and made demands that he had no right to demand. As he put on a display and stood tall, making sure that Ridley knew that he was bigger, Ridley stood patiently waiting, his face unimpressed or bothered, only slightly tinted with the disappointment he felt inside. Instead of reacting to the other male's show, he simply continued to stare with curiosity lighting his eyes. He continued to ponder who might have restored his soul. Was it one of Her chosen ones, or a vagrant? Or, was it one of them?
His paws moved him closer and his gaze shifted away from the lion(?) to the cat(?) that hovered nearby and had spoken into his ear. Whatever he had said had set the creature off once more, only for him to proclaim himself King more than once and turn its wrath back onto Ridley, drawing Ridley's attention back to him as he noticed that it had referred to him as an it instead of a he.
"You are not the king here." Ridley spoke casually as his focus once more drifted from the lion back to the cat. His head tilted the opposite direction it had before as he compared the creature to the various sorts of cactus that existed. If he opened it up, would he find the same water inside this cat that he would a cactus in the desert? His reptilian tail twitched at the tip as his forked tongue snaked forward towards the cactus thing. "and I am not an it." He spoke to the lion, but moved his paws to attempt to make a circle and get a better look at the cactus cat and kept his attention on it. When he repositioned, he lowered his head and body to position himself in a lay, his hind legs tucked under him and his front limbs extended outwards in front. "Was it this that delivered your soul?" He tried again for an answer.