"Clearly," Nathaniel replies with a wry smile. His mind is still on Velanna, and the way her expression would scrunch up in a mixture of confusion and annoyance every time he complimented her and she tried to turn it into an insult.

Not that he would for a moment refute anything about Anders' description of her.

"I suppose cats are a harmless enough thing to be fond of," he says then, noting how the one in the mage's arms is now falling asleep. "Did you manage to find homes for all the ones that you brought forth from your closet?"