Martin watches her closely, not from any suspicion but pure curiosity, wanting to see how she handles this. He appreciates that she sits down, keeping a safe distance, and reflects that the rules of engagement for Jonathan Sims and for cats are actually... quite similar, in a lot of ways.

What he's absolutely not expecting is the way Daine describes John's cat form as handsome, and he barely manages to stifle a startled cough into a... slightly more subtle clearing of his throat. It's both the only time he thinks he's heard anyone describe John thus, and the first time he could imagine hearing it without a kneejerk rush of jealous anger, but it's still... terribly uncomfortable, whatever the context. He doesn't need to be told twice to make her some tea.

He steps back into the kitchen and goes about fixing them each a cup, having to remind himself not to make one for John as well. He keeps an eye on John, not wanting to stare but not wanting to let him out of his sight, either.