[ And just as easily as he would in any other situation, he switches his cigarette to a different hand and goes about rubbing the cat behind the ears with his thumb, right in that spot that would always make Lil purr like a motorboat. It's a relief, really. Ladon has always felt more comfortable in the presence of animals, especially those strays that populate Nieve's streets. He's always felt an odd type of kinship with them, after all. ]

Gonna guess you belong t'someone, yeah? Ain't skinny or scraggly 'nough to be a stray. That and bein' friendly. Ain't met many alley cats who trust me 'fore I break out the tuna.