That's a dare the kitten will certainly take, but hardly has it had a chance to snag its claws into his shirt before that person who had the indecency to fix a perfectly good dying vampire steps in to move him somewhere less convenient to the purpose of clawing.

The black cat stands and stretches with a luxurious yawn. Answers for answers, it comments loftily. Never mind, you have served your purpose. Good boy.

The kitten hisses, but at a look from the black cat it reluctantly winks out of existence, followed by its compatriot.