"Maybe," Evan offered thoughtfully in response to Andrew's question about whether Jim's job was robbing tills in music shops. He wasn't sure it was, because there weren't that many music shops, but general thievery was not something that Evan would put past the cat. Though, the cat did meow unhappily, so perhaps it wasn't thieving (Evan suspected 'scaring' was probably what Jim's job actually was). When Andrew explained how he'd told his sister about Jim and they'd agreed that only Evan could own such a cat, he tilted his head at Andrew. "I think he's a little bit your cat, too, now, Andrew," Evan told him seriously, giving Andrew's hand a squeeze as he glanced down at Jim who was walking next to them glancing around like perhaps there might be an imminent attack coming (there wasn't but Evan appreciated the protection anyway).
Evan thought about whether a red jumper with black spots would be as good as a jumper with lady bugs and after careful consideration, gave a nod. "I think that would be fine, yeah. You'd just look like a big ladybug, right? So that should ensure lack of bird attacks," it seemed logical. As for going and seeing quidditch because they'd met that way, Evan grinned. "If you'd like," he offered. Evan didn't care much for quidditch and made it no secret, but he knew Andrew quite enjoyed the game, even if he clearly wasn't very interested in playing it again (probably a smart choice since last time some klutz had broken Andrew's nose). "Unless it's when we're away," Evan added. "I'm not coming back for that," not when the alternative was spending time hidden away in a Welsh cottage with Andrew.
At the suggestion of losing Jim to a ladybug, Evan frowned, looking down at the cat. "I hope that doesn't happen," he said seriously. Jim, seemingly sensing Evan's unhappiness at the prospect of Jim not being able to get home meowed, weaving himself between Evan's legs and then Andrew's, doing quite an impressive job at not getting kicked in the process.