A very weak and very muffled chuckle escaped the cheetah. Nimble toes. Noir liked that quite a bit. The fall had hurt and it took a long moment for Noir to work up any nerve to pull him self out of his fall. Slowly, his muscles worked in his favor to push him out of that shameful fall. The usually well groomed and good looking face was completely caked in mud. If Noir was to catch a glance at his own reflection it was likely he'd probably have a bit of an episode. Lucky for both felines, there was nothing to catch his reflection to close by.
"Seem ta be~" Even with the caked on mud and disheveled look he now had, Noir managed a some what charming smile. At least as charming one could be with so much dirt on their face. The cheetah did not seem to really notice his appearance yet.
"I suppose these rocks blend in a bit better than I imagined. Maybe they're some sort of ... I don't know. Maybe they .." Noir stopped to think of something fantastical to say for a moment, "Maybe the rocks are from the moon it self and come down to trip up blokes like me. Maybe that's where the moons gone and maybe hes just a clever b*****d." There was a nod. Noir likely was just saying something fantastical just because. His tail flicked and he gave the leopard a side wise glance.
"Wait. What was that nick name? Nimble toes? I kinda like that." He gave her an almost suave grin from beneath the much on his face.