The Archivist gives a small shrug and watches the Countess readily react to the nonverbal invitation to inspect the offered hand, then bodily rub against it. "I prefer calling it dangerous." Jon chuckles, his tone a response to the mothcat's reaction, and yet lending itself oddly to the words he has just spoken.

"I'd rather live in a world without an apocalypse looming over it. Peaceful enough to have a job and live an eventless life." But obviously that's not the lot he has been assigned to, much to his frustration.