He seems entirely unaware of the imminent danger of getting grabbed, hugged and treated like an adorable baby. He folds his arms.

"Nico?" Meowth says that name through his already-nasal voice, and it sounds a bit like a meow. "Listen, kid, I haven't met many people here yet, but not a one of them was named Nico. Is it as super important as making sure I look nice and handsome before I go out today?"