"Come on, girl," Xavier encouraged her warmly, as he pulled one glove off. He stepped up to the armoire and held his hand up for her to sniff his fingers. "You know me, don't you? And Mr Llewellyn here's bought you food, you know you're hungry." She stroked her jaw against his fingers and he amicably scratched her, just the way she liked. "Come on, then."
He stepped aside to grab the plate of food, and held it up to her. She started eating off it immediately, and so he, of course, took it away, crouching to put it down on the floor, where she usually took her meals. "Come on, darling. You know you want it," he told her, moving away from the plate. She meowed in outrage, clearly unhappy with the situation. "That's right, you want the food." She probably didn't know how to get back down though, poor thing, and Xavier stepped closer again, patting his shoulder - and angling his head away. "Come on, won't be the first time. Come here." He clucked his tongue the way he always used with her, and after an instant's hesitation, she jumped on his broad shoulder. "That's it, good girl." He picked her up and set her down beside the plate of food, stroking her back as she started eating.