Kit and Cat
Selina smiled wide. ”I’m glad. I’d really hate to make you nervous, not when we’re just starting to get to know each other.”
Her eyes darted over in the direction Cass had glanced, her smile sliding towards a smirk. She let out a short whistle and clicked her tongue. From across the room, Morocco looked up, meowed, and trotted over to her, hopping up beside where Isis lay curled in front of her.
"He likes petting, you know," she said, gently lifting Morocco onto the arm of the sofa. "He already seems to like you. Have you ever had a pet?"
Getting to know each other, Cass echoed in her own mind, mulling that over for a moment. That was what was happening. She wondered, ought she really get to know someone like Catwoman in such a casual manner? Opportunities usually didn't present themselves like this -- then again, Selina wasn't average by any means. Was it possible to have a friendly (or at least amicable) relationship with a foe outside of the work context?
She'd have to think of it, she reasoned. Weigh the possible outcomes and decide on her own terms. In the meantime, Cass followed Selina's attention to Morocco moments before he lept up onto the couch. It occurred to her that she was still standing (and a little awkwardly, at that), but instead of sitting she stepped toward the end of the couch. A hand reached out, just a little tentatively -- her fingertips brushed Morocco's flank, just lightly enough to feel the cat's spine curve away, before she gently rested her hand there instead. "No." She considered for a brief moment. "Two dogs. Batman's... and Robin has one." Not that she had very often interacted with Ace much less Titus. Her arm was moving for her now, stroking Morocco's fur with her palm. She was finding that was an oddly relaxing set of moments.
