'Nah. He can't go down here. Like, physically can't. Too dank and dirty. Not his domain'

"Oh, good."

'He's not human. Not really. He's... bigger than that. It's a long story really. We just gotta make him think we ain't living here anymore. That graffiti is gonna make that hard'

"The sewage plant! I haven't tagged that place, since I don't want anyone near my stuff."

'Yeah, we might have to stay underground for a while, lie low. They'll move on eventually. They always do. What did they say about the tag?'

"Something about how Phlegethos is a good place and that you might be somewhat close to changing to their side, I hate when I have the same opinions as the bad guys."

'Me, close to changing to their side? I kinda doubt that...? Oh no.'

"I meant the Phlegethos thing, what is it?"

'That's the Hell place... I think they were referring to you. They think they can turn you. Or, if not, kill you'

"Haha! Hell is my domain, like his domain is being dumb. I have an idea." He casts Skywrite, and writes "Flint, Meet me at the sewers next town over - Tyrion." 

"That oughta throw them off our trail, hopefully."

'That's a great idea! That should throw them. By the way, I think Hell is also his domain. He likes the torment.'

"I'm literally half-demon, though."

'Very true. I have no idea what he is. Same thing as I am, I guess...' He sits back on a mound of filthy rags

"A Half-Elf?"

'Nah. He's not just a regular guy. There are many worlds, ya know. Each has a Cato. Each also happens to have a Flint. And it's always the same. The cat chases the rat. In most worlds, I get away'

"What about the horned pigeon, am I one-of-a-kind?" (Fun fact, didn't know this but horned pigeons are a real thing)

'Oh, I wouldn't be surprised if ya had a couple variants across the multiverse. Ya close to me, after all. Horned pigeon, is that ya name now>'

"Not my name, just a joke."

'Could make a cool new tag though, for when Cato has gone. Really cement your position as a vermin lord!'