The Bishop adjusts his position to settle even more comfortably against Martin, and he can't stop himself from letting out a faint chuckle. Maybe this is a mistake, maybe it's too much, but he just can't bring himself to really entertain that idea right now, not with this absolute sweetheart just curling up against him like that, purring up a storm. When Daine tells him The Bishop likes him, it leaves him both nervous and delighted. There's no turning back now. He's gone and fallen in love with this cat, and he's just going to have to make this work.

"Well I like him," he says, admiring The Bishop's beautiful eyes for a moment. Then he looks at Daine, feeling a bit like he's stepping out of a fog - though of course he knows he's really just stepping back into it. His expression softens and dulls a bit. He is grateful to her, and he is happy with this wonderful cat and his odd name. But he feels the subtle tug all around him, to get this over with. She'll have to help him with the paperwork, with fetching food and supplies and whatever else. The sooner they do all that, the sooner he can get back home and be alone, if not completely, at least more.

"Thank you," he says. "He's perfect." He runs his hand gently over the soft curve of The Bishop's back and manages another smile, genuine if much smaller. "Shall we?"