While those things may be the habit of some mages, he wouldn't think to suggest them to Anders. Not even in jest, when the other man has hold of his pet. Instead, he pulls a face and declines to answer until he has the cat back in his possession, handling the little creature with a kind of gentleness reserved for nothing else.

"I don't know. Cake?" Might make less mess, but then, he's never really thought about the amount of mess that a group of kittens might make of someone's living quarters. "Or puppies."

What do you know, he actually does have a sense of humour.

"Why don't you sit down? Unless the cat is all you're here for."