She started to say something, stopped again. Finally, she shook her head. "He's simply a man."
Sighing, she settled back against the cushions, patting her leg in invitation to Winnie, who couldn't seem to decide which human would give her the most attention. After a moment, she rested against Helen's side, eying the space between them, possibly slightly oblivious to the fact she wasn't a lap dog.
"He bought me coffee," that should have been something of a tip off that he wasn't a romantic interest, "and asked me to tell him a story."