The pouty mouth and the big dewy eyes definitely worked, although probably not for the reasons that Isabel was thinking. The thing was now, how could he ever really deny her something so simply stupid as a cat when just an hour before he'd been sure she was dead and gone forever, same as she'd been since it happened?
He glanced away from her pout, frowning, and looked down at the calico cat. "They're up for adoption," he said lamely. "That means free. It's not like you'd have to steal her." And undoubtedly, it'd be fine in the meanwhile, but that clearly wasn't going to convince Isabel.