Description gleefully taken from my LJ post:
So, Mr. Macnair - you've just killed a huge, brutal dark monster (kind of like you!). What are you going to do now?
"Wipe the blood off of my axe and body and take care of this tiny, sleeping kitten."
SO CUTE. Small fuzzies are always safe with Macnair. They're too adorable to hate. They are his soft spot. But shh, don't tell anyone. Or he'll break your neck, plebe.