At this point the obvious feline aspects don't even serve to make him blink. Why should they - when he's dead, in a place where he's about the size of a pixie, and has a stone that gives him wings? Plus, at some point one just had to accept all the weirdness and move on with one's life. Compartmentalise. It saved a lot of headache.

He smiles at her brightly. 'I'm lookin' for the lady of the house,' he says, with a wink to let Kit know he definitely means he was looking for her in particular and not a roommate. 'See, I have this soup, and I can't eat it all myself.'