It was oddly affirming to hear that a Clovennian also thought that cats weren't trustworthy. Calvin had always just assumed that Clovennians somehow didn't know the true nature of cats, and it was heartening to hear that at least some of them had a grasp on common sense in this regard. But the validation turned to confusion (which manifested itself only in the slightest turning down of his mouth) when Mr. Brigant added that they that wasn't what they liked them for. At least there was some recognition there, he supposed, but to know that cats weren't to be trusted and to disregard that information and like them anyway? That felt worse.
"If you don't mind the inquiry, Mr. Brigant," he said, wiping the armoire down once more for good measure, "What is it that you like them for?"