"Tail." It's a term he hadn't heard before. What's it for? Is it's purpose to serve as a pillow? It must be given she seems satisfied in its pillow like comfort.

Now having watched her contort her face into an agreeably, even cuter shape, and learned of tails, Faux feels like he should be showing something of his own given how forthcoming and agreeable this strange program has been.

"I ah, I don't have anything like a tail or indestructibility." And Faux is certain he does not meet the requirements of cuteness, "But I can do this."

He turns invisible.