[What does he prefer to be called? He stops, hand in mid-pet on Quark's wee, fuzzy head, and thinks.]

[Smile!]

Walter will do just fine.

[He raises his eyebrows. Vitiligo?]

What quack told you that? No, no. Unless you were born with that eye colour, that's not vitiligo. Not any I've seen, anyway. It-- oh, hello.

[Walter uses his free hand to pull another kitten out of his hair. Apparently it's prime nesting material.]