Fuzzily, 'ferre thinks that maybe if he were sober he'd find something wrong -- or at least funny -- about the thought of two of his friends petting a kitten that's currently sitting on his lap, but right now he just thinks it makes sense. After all, the kitten is soft and pettable, and it's not like they're petting him.

Well, maybe Combeferre wouldn't mind if they petted him. Hmmm.

"I'm not much of a singer, Courfeyrac," he slurs the name a little. "That's 'kay though. I like that one Bahorel's singing."