[He huffs a soft laugh, evidently not expecting the title — but it tracks, what else would she call him? It's not as though they're on casual speaking terms, much less friendly ones — and closes the door behind her once she's inside. Darkstar, true to form, remains unmoving and quiet, though she does track Tifa carefully with her glowing red eyes as she makes her way in.]

No, not at all. I had some things commissioned when she arrived; a few of my acquaintances here have a passion for craftwork, and it gave me an excuse to furnish them with materials.

[He pauses, a little reflective.]

I suppose I don't come off as the type to keep pets, do I. But I've had her a long time, and missed her when she wasn't around. It's nice to have her with me again.