Ira was, despite that his attitude portrayed otherwise, aware that all the adults were bigger than him - given that he was only three months old he was still small. Growing, but small to them. It would be… not effortless because Ira did not plan to go quietly or obediently… but theoretically easy for an adult to grasp him by the scruff and carry him off. Or drag him off by his tail. Ira was not a complacent creature by nature however, and if the woman even considered doing such a thing he would be sure to raise as much raucous as he could, along with squirming and snapping his teeth. As far as Ira had established not even Jinx herself was allowed to touch him - though he was still working out what he would allow and not allow her to do. Little did he know, that that wasn’t how things worked, but he was content in his little world of seized control.
The woman bared her teeth and slunk one step closer to him. A bold move, the child acknowledged. Guard hairs bristled slightly at the enunciation she put on ’Mambo’ - idly Ira wondered if she realized he was speaking of Jinx, whom he knew to be highly ranked in Horizon Ridge - and felt him snorting at her second growl and the prospect of her escorting him. Apparently, she had thought of it. "You’ll have to catch me first," The insolent child taunted in a crudely playful manner as took steps backwards, muscles pulled taunt and ready to spring if she attempted to play along in his cruel little game. "But if you do manage to catch me, just know that Jinx will not like that you dared to touch me." Ira threatened boldly. In truth, he wasn’t sure if Jinx would care either way, but Pump didn’t know that, and Ira wasn’t about to clue her in on the no-affection basis Jinx and Ira made their Guardian/Ward relationship upon.
Ira was nothing if not crafty. It was a natural born gift of his.