Adam was more the type to be realistic when it came to the demands of the publishing industry. He hadn't gotten into the business in the hopes that he'd make a million dollars and become big and famous; he liked the fact that he was comfortable enough to afford his townhouse and still be able to walk around town without strangers recognizing him. He believed that, if you were a writer, you did so because you had a story to tell and it had to get out of you at any cost. The good stories always found a way to make their way to the public in their own time. Adam would be nothing but honest about that.
"Snowflake?" Adam hadn't realized Konstantine came with a name already when he got her, and he smiled, being very proud of his little baby kitten and loving that he got to talk about her. "I hope you don't mind that I renamed her, I didn't know she already had one." And Konstantine was a favorite name of his anyway, even if he hadn't found the perfect character to give it to yet. "She loves to snuggle, doesn't really like to be away from me if I'm home. And it's all right, I'm surprised you remember which kitten was mine." Adam had the good grace to be shy, "And thank you, you seem pretty awesome, too."