Oliver tried not to laugh as the other 'roared', keeping his lips tight as he tried not to let Katie see it. "Right, not a kitten," he said as he bit his lower lip and got the movie on the first few moments of the film. It was a great old Western, the sort that Oliver just loved to watch. Sure, it was American movie making at it's corniest at times, but there was nothing quiet like the good guy bringing the bad guys in for a crime. "So... maybe not a kitten. I'd say you make a very nice house cat," he offered, taking a mug with a thank you and drinking as he gave Katie room on the couch. "Thanks for coming," he said, still getting used to be being equal with Katie. In school he'd been above her, and in the last few years below her. Now... they were equal. It was odd. But nice.