Andrew nodded, accepting this as a genuine and quite likely possibility. "Do you think that's what Jim's job is?" he asked, running his thumb over the back of Evan's hand. "I told Elise about him the other day. We agreed that Jim could only be your cat." No one else was, well, Evan enough to adopt Jim. Andrew pressed a quick kiss to Evan's cheek, to show it was said with no negative connotation whatsoever.
"Do you think a red jumper with black spots would work just as well as a jumper with ladybirds on?" Andrew asked, curious. Maybe he could get Evan such a jumper for Christmas, so that the birds wouldn't carry him away. "Oh," he said, remembering. "Do you want to go watch Ginny's quidditch thing? I know you don't really care about quidditch, but we did sort of meet that way. I thought it would be safer for us both if we were watching rather than participating." As happy as Andrew was to have met Evan, he didn't see any reason to break his nose again in celebration.
Andrew considered the point carefully, slowing down a little as he tried to imagine Jim scaring a giant ladybug. "I'd worry he'd jump on the ladybug's back and not be able to get home," he said. He had no idea whether Jim's powers of 'magicking about' would extend to mid-flight apparition.