Light blade-to-blade impact is out of the question and he can't tell how much tail is under the long fur. He politely turns his tail to press the flat of the blade to Doreen's tail, six or seven inches before the tip.

It's not the best approximation of the gesture, but it's still rather cheering. Alloran can do this kind of thing now. No one's stopping him.

<I am pleased to meet you, Doreen. Shall I also greet Tippy-toe?>