Clearly Oedipus should have hid under the sheets today and not stepped outdoors. He knew that was a dangerous adventure from the moment his feet hit the bedroom floor. He kind of just looked like a deer in a headlights as he tried to process a response. A normal one would have been a casual one, but Oedipus was already spooked. He didn't want to pry into what or who this immortal was, but it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He looked back at the cat bed in his hands and then as if one beat too late he responded.
"Who doesn't like beds?" Well that just got weird.