Reaching up, as Alcuin's hair was mentioned, Cat started to play with his friends soft hair. Loosely tangling his fingers up in the long, soft strands. "You hair is beautiful, no matter how you came to it." He said it honestly, thinking of how all of Alcuin was beautiful, and how he loved the other man.
Love. He paused and blinked a moment at the realization. It was strange to feel what he had always observed in others. Felt so easily, where normally he had to find ways of inspiring more than vague senses of emotion within himself. big brown eyes turned up to Alcuin in that moment. How strange it was.
The topic of conversation fell to the side, normally Alcuin's comment of werewolves graying would have had him smiling or even giving a chuckle. The revelation, though, had him focused - another oddity for him, normally so easily distracted. Cat then moved his head, bringing it up and hesitantly pressing his lips to Alcuins in a soft, hesitant, but lingering kiss. He loved Alcuin, and the thrill he felt then confirmed there was most certainly a sexual component to it.