"Yeah, this place would get pretty gross without one." Setting his beer down at his side, Bahorel squats down and musses up the kittens fur some more. He grins when Nerium squeaks in protest and pauses in his assault on Bossuet's shoes to swat at Bahorel's fingers.
"Oh, looks like we've got a fighter." He pokes the little fuzzball a few more times, dodging each resulting paw swipe.