[That name again. She shouldn't like it, it's meant to be demeaning. She does anyway. Even if nothing else about this is especially comfortable. Perhaps it takes time to acclimate.]
[Lacus swoops down to eat the rest of that meat slice (aren't cats supposed to eat fish and milk?) and then shifts to fold her arms over his lap and rest her head there. Slowly exhaling, she passes the air over her tongue so it vibrates, making a purring sound. Cats are demanding, she understands.]