"I might if he doesn't calm the fuck down," he said, gesturing with a tilt of his head at the nearby window. "Not like there's anything out there to cushion his fall," he said with a smirk, then scooped the kitten up into his arms before taking up the chair opposite of Millicent's.
"It's lived longer than any other fucking pet I've had before. Save the owl, though it technically isn't mine." He shrugged, then watched as the kitten curled up into his lap, his ears flattening against his head as he scratched between the cat's ears.
"When does your boss get back in? It gets fucking depressingly quiet in here," he remarked, making a bit of an unhappy face.