Sphix hissed in frustration.

"Why", she said, "that would be correct. Even down to the reason. Excuse me if I'm not applauding."

She pressed her claws against the doorsteps and got up, ever so slowly. "Had you not specified that you wanted something without any injury, I would have given you a scratch. As things are, though", she continued and settled down again, just barely out of the way, "you may pass."