Risto couldn't help but let a small smile escape onto his mouth as he looked down at the kitten. "Of course you can." He answered, but caught himself with a cough. "However, the decision is up to Flak." He added, glancing over at the brute. He would have pleaded to Flak to let the kitten stay, but he knew he would look like a freak and besides, it was just a kitten...right? Staring back at the smaller feline's eyes, a glint of memory suddenly struck him, and he found himself staring into the eyes of a familiar feline. However, the image was too blurry, but when he suddenly zoomed out of the picture, a gasp nearly escaped him as he realized that he was staring into the eyes of his dead sister. Backing away from the kitten, Risto shook his head in attempt to knock off the memory, before glancing around, oblivious to what was happening. When he remembered, he glanced back at Flak, waiting for the brute's reply.