"A Flerken." He chuckles. "You got right nice fur, yeah. But it's hard for another species of lady to be quite as perty as a Centaurian woman. Not ever'body looks as good with a pouch."

Whether or not he's serious? He's going to choose not to answer. His chuckling says that it could go either way.

"Yeah, I've figured it out." That cats aren't Flerkens. "But that means I'm gonna forget an' near get myself ett at some point."