Isis had been napping. She did that a lot more these days, not that napping wasn't her default activity when she was home alone on her days off anyway. She was a cat, napping was one of her favorite things. Now, even more so.
She growled at the knocking, shifting to her human form and grabbing the craftan she kept nearby in case she had to answer the door. Slipping it on, she looked through the peephole and saw Niko there, dressed to the nines, with a body pillow. Gods, what did he want now?
Pulling open the door, she looked at him. "We really, really need to have a discussion about calling first," she told him. "What are you are prettied up for? Got a hot date?" She was not jealous, dammit.