"Oh, I think I can handle him. I've got a couple of cats of my own that have to put up with me." Bahorel laughs, tipping the kitten over to tickle his belly, and getting bitten for his efforts. "Ow. Nice teeth." He winces, but teases the little thing anyway, sneaking a hand in close, and then pulling it away quick as Nerium retaliates.

Glancing back up at the others, he comments casually, "So if we're not going to boot up one of the games... are we going to discuss the long faces that keep flashing up around here? Or keep ignoring them until the alcohol kicks in?"