Anders immediately starts shaking his head. "Don't let him fool you, my friend. Pretending to be stuck and about to topple off is how they trick you into picking them up. Cats make it an art form."

And he might be onto something there, what with the way the tabby is still looking Rick over intently like a potential man-sized landing pad.

"This is Ember," the mage goes, smiling. "I thought I'd be wandering around this place forever figuring out where he got off to. Personally, I don't see the fascination with fitting myself into small spaces, but he seems to get a kick out of it."

He steps forward with outstretched, because he really ought to shake of the person who'd managed to rustle Ember up. Thank the Maker he won't have to spend another twenty minutes walking around making kissy sounds.

"And I'm Anders."