Disaché recoils, taking a step back as Yamato steps way too close to comfort, and it suddenly occurs to him that he doesn't have a 7-foot alien super-soldier at his beck and call anymore. He swallows heavily, his fur fluffing out of order again.

This woman is weird. She smells weird. He's feeling a little threatened here. He freezes until Yamato turns and walks away - hitting him with her hair! The nerve! - then lets his lips peel fully back from his teeth and hisses.

He won't forget this either. He doesn't like it when people make him feel small.