Re: Top Deck, away from the bridge
"You must keep some bad company," he concluded. He didn't know her, and he hadn't forgotten old adages about the claws that cats wielded, but she still struck him as decently friendly. Who wouldn't like that?
The ghost of the smile returned as she admitted not getting petted often. "Thought cats liked that sort of thing." Well, when it suited them. He supposed it went the same for women most days too. "I take it I should stop?" His hand lingered at her head, fingers at the soft fur of her ear, before trailing down her long hair.