Azrael smiled and shut the door behind him. He crouched down to look at the tag on the collar, then offered his hand for Yves to sniff. "So that was you I heard, hmm?" he murmured, scratching lightly at his ears.
He sat across from Duma, mixing two sugars into his own tea. Not too sweet, just enough to cut the bitterness a bit. He took a sip and sighed contentedly. Just right.
"That is the loudest cat I have ever heard in my life," he said at last, the smile blossoming into a full-on grin now. "I thought you were running some sort of small engine in here, that's what it sounded like from outside."