"He doesn't have a name yet," She reminded him, but at the invitation she stood, almost laughing again at that long-suffering sort of sigh. "I see, leave me to get the scratches. Very chivalrous," she was teasing again, and she followed him to the corridor, but put a hand on his to push his wand down to his side. "You will not hex my kitten, Severus." Somehow, she didn't really believe he would, anyway.