"I'm NOT, I drive the chariot, me and Pho!" he snapped and then Deimos' anger fell away like a wave, as sudden as it had come.
He lifted the cat up and nuzzled his face against its cold fur, its tiny body moving strangely from where he'd broken it's shoulders, looking up to see Hecate fading away from him. "Goodbye?" he said, a question as much as anything else.