He chuckled when she grabbed the teapot. Sometimes he swore she knew him too well. Then he said a sheepish, "Thanks," and reached up to scratch at his neck awkwardly. "Only bullying me into giving him my bed, my chest, my face... to sleep on. At all times. Of course," he laughed again.
"How's she settled in?" He asked, he knew cats didn't like change, even cats of magical households. Milo - when he started bringing him to school come fifth year - had been more needy than usual at Hogwarts. He watched her expertly make the tea for him and when she handed him a mug he gave her a grateful, satisfied smile.
"Is Lily around today?" It had been a long time since he'd seen his cousin in more than passing - here or at all-too-large Weasley-family events.