Theodore leaned down to offer Cassandra another bit of fish before helping himself to a bite, and he couldn't help but laugh to himself as she used his shoe as a tray; perhaps it tasted better that way, knowing a bit of him was rubbing off onto her meal. He loved animals, loved the simplicity of them, the predictability. The distinct lack of moral quandaries that affected their lives. They truly were perfect companions.
"The fish is good," he said after sampling a small flake. He applied some vinegar to his chips and ate a pre-cut square. Precisely how meals should be. If there was a way to cut up mashed peas, he probably would have found a way to do that too, but as there wasn't, he merely considered her questioned and had a mouthful of them, too, after clearing his palate with his wine. Yugh, definitely not the vintage for this meal. Still, no reason to voice that.
"Suitable for you?" His eyes twinkled as he leaned back in his chair. "A quidditch enthusiast, naturally. Handsome. Not too tall. Patient and sociable. Not cursed with an over abundance of stuffiness. A lover of cats," he added on as Cassandra wound around his ankles. "Well bred and utterly, desperately adoring." He paused in his description to have another sip of wine, and allowed the conversation to be diverted back to quidditch so he could avoid describing his own ideal mate. He'd put less thought into it than he ought to have -- he was of an age where he should have been engaged already, but with things as they were, well...
"Not as if you have more snitches to ruin," he pointed out.