And that, [he says as he enjoys the feeling of the both of them close to him,] is quite likely the only time in your life you've heard that your intentions are innocent. Except when giving gifts to Alistair.

[This is nice. This is so very nice. He's helping and he's held? Plus the jealousy is a little flattering. Something to be worked on, but flattering anyway.]

Oh. As a last-minute warning, if you find something small and fluffy over your mouth in the middle of the night, budge her up to over your eyes and she'll stay put. She likes faces. I don't know why. But she's a cat.

[Not everything cats do make sense.]