Charlie turned his head when Romilda spoke up, and grinned at her. "Me. I have a cat like that. It's only been three days, and I was working last night, give me a bloody chance." He'd given up raising eyebrows at her clothes or lack thereof about a week after he'd moved in. It wasn't like he cared, and as long as she felt comfortable he was fine with it.
He set the coffee to make itself now the water was boiled and summoned some kitten food from the cupboard and the bowl from the floor. "Besides, I can't call him Brian and realise he's more a Caradoc or some shit, can I? Any suggestions?" he asked, busying himself with doling out the food.