Nerium meows threateningly at Bahorel and then runs into Combeferre's leg.

"Rum." He drinks it, and it burns going down. Blinking fiercely a few times, he decides he likes the burn. "S'good."

Then he reaches down and picks up the kitten by the scruff of its neck. Nerium meows again and starts kneading Combeferre's lap. The damned kitten seems to like him better than Bahorel and Courfeyrac, which is fine with him as here on his lap Nerium won't be eating any battleships.

"Fifteen men on--onna dead man's chest," intones 'Ferre right before another gulp of the rum. Which sets him to coughing.