Wes looked back and forth between the slightly indignant cat and the flamboyant magician before answering.
Clearing his throat, he began, "As to how I can understand you, I am a Watcher. I am trained in supernatural lore, spells and demonic languages, specifically to aid in the task of keeping the Chosen Slayer alive long enough to slay vampires. It's a long story, not so interesting. Are you saying only females can understand you? Female witches, to be precise? Interesting, I will have to ask you more about that sometime when you're not freezing."
With that, he picked the talking cat up out of the snow and brushed some of the ice off his fur.
Smiling at the magician, he continued, "Very nice to meet you...ah, Schmendrick, wasn't it? I think we're all all right now, so to speak. Aren't you cold in that robe, if you don't mind my asking?"