@sparrowsruin She barely even reacts, simply shifting a little to make some space for him. The little black cat that was sleeping on her lower back, however, decides to get up, stretch, and turn into a ball again.
"You're late." She mumbles.
See, darlin', 'am sure you think you can just do a round an' come batin' your cute eyelashes an' sell me anythin' of your likin'; but tell you what, you're wrong.
( He's right. )