The heavy cat, much larger than a simple house cat, leaned against Elia's leg as his tail curled around her calf as she crouched down. A heavy, deep purr began rumbling low in his chest as she scratched his head. He might have been a royal but he enjoyed the attention, enjoyed the touch. "Didn't have to feel anything, love," the words were affected by the purr and, between that and the Scots accent, became a little tougher to understand. "I was watching them. But aye, a bit of feeling too. Is something off at the Cirque, lovely?"