"Oh yeah. She'll be grooming your eyebrows if you let her." Cats do that, right? Right. He turns his fingers around, giving her as much or as little to play or groom as she likes. It's hard to hold onto how the world goes sideways and wrong in his head when he's got a fuzzball in his lap being adorable and a solid presence to his right saying this is real.

Or. Well. Implying, but the implying for him is enough right now.