Why they called them fire irons when they were very clearly not made of iron was yet another one of those things that Zaviar did not quite understand. But Madeleine seemed to like them so he supposed that what they were called did not really matter. At Althea's confirmation of what Zaviar already knew he just nodded. "She's allowed to." He may have done the same if he was informed that maybe there was something growing inside of him. Although if he had that happen then it would not be a natural thing. It would simply be wrong. Very wrong.
'Ball!' Knight's thoughts overwhelmed everything and it took him all of two seconds to pounce on it. Here he had been nearly certain that Madeleine was not even going to pay attention and yet she was rolling him a ball. And she was potentially going to have offspring. Yes, despite having been kicked out of the house because he essentially saved Antonin's life, Knight had decided that this was one of the best days ever. There was a ball.
"You shouldn't have, but since you have there's nothing that can be done about it." Zaviar was not actually annoyed, or even upset. It was true that he wanted his familiar to be as miserable as possible thanks to him having decided to use his leg as a chew toy the previous night, but it was hard to feel anything other than concern over the matter at hand and the amusement at how dog-like Knight reacted to this sort of thing. Next time he did something that Zaviar did not like he was just going to remember to pull out a ball or chewtoy just to reduce him to the tail-wagging, slobbering thing that he was. 'Heard that.' "How long do you think your mother will be staying?" Because there was, in his mind at least, something inherently wrong with staying over when Madeleine's mother was a few doors down. Part of that likely had something to do with the fact that her mother had been staring at him and the last thing he wanted was to get up in the morning and - 'that trail of thought is too disturbing to finish.' Agreed.