"Really could use a mouser." Wil said, trying to draw the tiny one out from under the couch. Once he was unsuccessful he just reached underneath and scooped her out with one large hand. She mewled, but didn't do much more than that. "Sure got sharp claws, this one." He muttered to himself, plucking up the little piece of fur and sharp claws trying to crawl up his lower back. Once he put him on the floor he seemed to immediately notice Peony's shawl and start making a beeline for her.
Easily distracted, eh? The little one curled a little in his hand and his face softened. What a scared little thing. Airships and the wind made lots of creaks and noises. Cats usually got used to it, but it was better than they were a little headless than scared.
"You keeping any for yourself?" He asked, settling in cross-legged on the floor. This was as much about figuring out who this woman was as it was meeting cats. Although she certainly acted as aloof as one. "Or you already raising too many books?" He added, eyebrow arched.