Andrew indulges himself with a little chuckle at his own joke, then draws in a breath and looks at Daine dubiously. "I don't," he says hurriedly, suddenly realizing it's possible (even if not probable) that she might think he's serious. "Not anymore," he mutters under his breath, hopefully too low for her to hear.

"What is it?" he calls, hopping down from the chair and coming to join her near the door. He eyes the cat, not knowing what the problem is or whether he ought to hope it has anything to do with him. "Did he find one?"