A similar wave of disorientation washes over Anders; although the cat hadn't been far from his mind (he'd been thinking of him when he got this silly tattoo painted on, after all), he hadn't mentioned him anywhere in his brief answering spiel. It was just some made-up improvisation on the image's meaning, of course, no hint of the truth - but Connor appears to have seen through to some aspect of it, regardless.
Which is alarming, considering the implication.
"He was a cat," he answers, haltingly. "The tower mouser, at Kinloch. I was quite fond of him, but - how do you know that name?"
no subject
A similar wave of disorientation washes over Anders; although the cat hadn't been far from his mind (he'd been thinking of him when he got this silly tattoo painted on, after all), he hadn't mentioned him anywhere in his brief answering spiel. It was just some made-up improvisation on the image's meaning, of course, no hint of the truth - but Connor appears to have seen through to some aspect of it, regardless.
Which is alarming, considering the implication.
"He was a cat," he answers, haltingly. "The tower mouser, at Kinloch. I was quite fond of him, but - how do you know that name?"