"What sort of kitten? What did you name it?" Ash asked, curious to see what her cat might say about her. His own cat was beautiful and brilliant, the way he liked his women and also something of a reflection of himself. People often compared him to a cat, but more often than not, that cat was something far more predatory than a familiar or a house cat. Actually, it was more akin to his patronus, which took the shape of a mountain lion. Strong, lithe, and dangerous when on the prowl.
He smirked at her, "I would think so as well. But it's probably best not to tempt fate. I don't have any Liquid Luck to give me a hand with that either. Though, chances are if I did have that potion, it'd find a way to have me avoid being around one than actually finding out that would want to be domesticated." Probably one of the reasons he liked the chimaera. It was dangerous and even on the blackest of markets a risk in owning.
Ash turned the car onto a road onto the left road as instructed. It wasn't really a quiet night, as much of the island wildlife appeared to be just as awake as they were earlier in the day. "So is there a specific area you intend to look in or are we going to wander around aimlessly and hope we get lucky."