"Oh, not at all," Sylvie assured him when he said he must seem humorless. Which - telling him he didn't come across that way wasn't entirely true, to be fair. So after a moment's pause, she amended, "I do think there's a - natural and necessary separation between how you behave when you're working versus how you are when you're on your own time." Of all people, she was certainly someone who would understand having internal, conflicting duality.
She followed the path he'd indicated, winding their way back towards the manor. The cultural distrust of cats was certainly interesting to her. Were her own feelings there a byproduct of her hidden heritage? Or was it just...latent fear that carried over from her shifted form? After a moment, her mouth hitched into a small smile and she glanced over at Calvin. "Well, that's a relief."