[Behind his mask Six blinks a couple of times.]

Shaving a...dog doesn't seem excessive. [He is aware of the harshness in the other's face, yet he doesn't flinch or act on it.]

Or...plucking them...in this case. [And then he sees it...the bees are cats and somewhere in the back of his head he is aware of the sheer irony of this. Cats chasing dogs, the dog having flowers, cats being bees.]

They have flowers, bees like flowers. Or well, these bee-like cats.