Montague smiled as Marlowe politely answered and spoke to Cass; he’d meant to ask Marlowe if he wanted to stand on his own, but the boy seemed content where he was. He was glad to hear that there was some sort of cure, he’d have to let Verity know, see if she didn’t want to take it- after all, she was still under the weather, and he was getting concerned; it was not hanging on with them as it was her, and she had seemed to have a lesser case when they were all sick.
However, when Marlowe looked up at him, almost bouncing slightly, Montague pulled him up on his hip and grinned. “I don’t know- I don’t have a lot of friends that like kittens. What about you Marlowe, you like kittens though…” Marlowe’s mouth dropped open at that before he seemed to nervously bite his bottom lip.
“I do…” Marlowe said quietly, and Montague felt the hand on his side tighten and twist in the fabric of his robe in a nervous gesture. Montague chuckled and leaned his head slightly down to speak lower to Marlowe, though Cass could still easily hear.
“Ask him if you can have one Marlowe.” He said, smile easily in his voice.