Daniel just ran his fingers over the back of his neck and tried to figure out why he couldn't control a conversation anymore. "Kat," he said, warningly, as the kitten put out a paw toward Ella's face--but she only patted her on the cheek with a velvet pad. Shifting to lean against a table, he let out a breath and started trying to disentangle his fingers from his hair. "Yes," he said. "I'll send it down."