Swat the bow out of his hands.

You have an odd feeling this will work, and you use your free hand to slap his own about as hard as you can- "Ow!" His androgynous voice yelps while his arrow shoots sidelong and his bow falls to the grass.

-he looks frozen solid, eyes wide. The ginger cat-boy nervously eyes the edge of your sword... "Wait! I surrender! I only wanted... stuff!" He shouts at you, while you raise your sword and glare at him coldly...

-oh, hell. You know he's dangerous, but his ears fold against his head and his tail swishes wildly as he cowers under your impending strike. He's just too cute to kill.

You sheathe your sword and he perks up with a very cat-like smile; as you make eye contact, you note his pupils are slitted just like a cats. "Nyaaa, I'm spared!" He cheers while bringing his fists to his chest in... -a very dainty gesture.

Cute or no, though, this guy is an asshole who nearly shot you in your sleep. You reach over and grab him by his oddly scant, girlish leather tunic- "What gives, you little shit?! You just sneak up and try to rob me in my sleep?" You bellow down at him. His hands clap-onto yours on him, but they feel pretty weak: your hold on him doesn't budge.

The catboy's cheeks flush pink while he looks up at your wrathful face. "Yes, I do! -please be careful with my tunic, it's expensive and I'm naked under it..." He answers you with audacity, but he does look genuinely afraid.

You don't let go of him. "Do I give a damn? I should turn you in! You surely stole everything on you!" Scolds and shouts your furious voice, and his pink cheeks flush hotter while his wide blue eyes attentively hold contact with yours... -something's wrong, but you don't know what.