Honker leaned in to sniff the offered fingers for a long few moments and then dropped his head and butted it against Much's hand quite firmly.
Behind them both, Freyja smiled a little. She talked a lot about what a monster Honkers was, but she adored him and he- like many a cat- was an excellent judge of character. (She wished that she had listened to him when he'd showed such dislike of Freyr, and maybe she would have known sooner what was happening to her brother.) If Honkers liked Much- enough to have now rolled onto his back on the wide top of the couch so he could have his belly rubbed- then Freyja knew she'd made the right choice in inviting him around.
"Honkers is too aware that he is the prince of this household."