"I never meant to imply." He slid his pawn through the gap his pawns had created. "Most people who write tend to spend quite a lot of time reading, don't they."
He glanced down underneath the table, looking decidedly skeptical. "He likes my shoes. I don't know about the rest - I've never had a cat. He doesn't insist upon experience, does he." But the cat's taste was neither here nor there, as pleased as he was to hear her say it. "I hope he likes you, as he will not be sleeping here." He arched his eyebrow at her.