Susan was just about to tell the stupid prick that she wasn't hanging her coat on anyone's 'rack', which had to be the crudest innuendo she'd ever heard, but figured if he was too stupid, and Cass wasn't about to enlighten him to the truth, then why bother?
She took a sip of her beer. He did have a point about sleeping patrons. "Merlin knows you might just steal all their purses when they're asleep."
But the cat seemed to animate him in a very different way. It seemed that one of the kittens was taking after Mischa in so many ways. She nearly protested when he spoke of hexing the cat, but he kept talking. It was easy to see Miles was not a cat person, and she was laughing so hard, she nearly snorted butterbeer out her nose.
"It's hilarious," she said. "You can't train a cat. At least, not the way you're thinking. If it likes your bed, then you're just going to have to put charms on it to stop it wandering. Or at least put charms on your son's room to stop it wandering." How dense was this man?