Vepar's smile was dazzling and entirely for Dantalion. He had a seat on the sofa with the box and picked one up between long fingers. He was going to get as fat as the cat this way. Gluttony wasn't his favorite sin, but it was most certainly the easiest.
"Just scoot him with your foot, darling," he advised. The fat furball didn't care. "And come sit by me. Do you want coffee? I've plenty of coffee." His like pistoning up and down like a jackhammber may have alluded to that.