And he paws back, pushing his paw into the tiger's nose.

"Depends. Are you a badguy? Because I usually mean harm to badguys." He flops onto his belly, flicking his tail at the tiger, looking him over. His eyes fall onto the jewel and rumbled. Isn't that a pretty little thing?

His first impulse was to take it, but as he turns his head to the tiger's size, his flicks his ears back, rumbling under his breath.