A very good scritch underneath the chin where the tuft of fur felt like soft anxiety-drowning bliss-- the cat slow blinked and purred.

"Well Mr. Maurice, it appears you have a good thing with this human and perhaps you both can keep each other out of trouble, hmmm?" How he talked to the cat as if he was a small person with a soul-- and the brightness of his own soul shone brighter than he gave himself credit for.

He then started to rummage around for some smoked salmon that he had packed on whim, it was like he knew-- he offered it to the creature with much ceremony. "If I was allowed cats in the dorms but I am not." Not like that stopped some students, but he was turning a blind eye to that.