Harry grinned, crouching down to see if the cat would deign to be petted. As it happened, he would, and Harry relished the moment until Mister decided that it was more interesting to play with Harry's bootlaces.
"Hey, you," Harry protested, picking up the heavy cat. "I kind of need those. And you need to come back to the apartment so we can get you some food."
He glanced over at Bob. "You want to walk back with us, or should we give you and old Bill some privacy?"