Steven blinks, letting the cat squirm back out of his hands and into his leaves, like he wasn't expecting the question. He shrugs his shoulders a little, though he's glad that Sans at least find the gluing part a bit satisfactory.

"Oh...yeah, I think so. I mean, I always will be eventually."

The words strike him with a sense of deja vu, that is both comforting and painfully nostalgic. A few of the kittens finish making their way up into the branches to join them, mewing to announce their presence.

"They can't hurt me, really. They just want to pick on people they can take advantage of."

Either by them not fighting back, or by them being vulnerable to a surprise attack. Steven doesn't consider himself to be especially either.