Cleo nodded when he told her he'd turn on the stove lamp. She closed her eyes briefly and opened them only when she thought she was ready to be able to handle the glow. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as the overhead lights.
She nodded a little when he said Becky might be jealous. She couldn't really blame her for that. Had she been in the woman's shoes, she would have probably felt the same way. "It's not her fault." she murmured, though she was pretty certain that Cathair knew that well and good and probably tried to tell Becky himself quite often. "But as for me not wanting him... if I didn't want him, he gave me the out to leave and I couldn't... I wouldn't do that to him. I know what it entails and I'm not going to hurt him like that. And I'm not going to tell her what might happen if I did leave either." she went on, eyes moving up to meet his.
"I can't say that I'm 'mated' to him in so many words because for the most part cats don't mate, but I feel like I am. It's hard to be away from him, it makes me sick to my stomach and all I can think about is being with him again. If I keep feeling this way, I'm not going anywhere. And even if I stop feeling this way, I'm still not going anywhere. I'm not that sort of girl. I hope she'll come to realize that."