"You got my word, ma'am!" Yota said in an overacted manner, hand on heart, in a way that looked... well, not really convincing or reassuring at all.

Then, another wary glance at the girl. "... and yeah, she never drew it. Well."

He reached his paw up as if to tip an imaginary hat, but, well, there was only his hoodie, so he doffed a pretend hat ("Ladies!") and turned on his heel before bolting away without an ounce of shame.