The place is nicer than his own, by far, and he's taking a moment just to absorb details. It's decorated well, but even the decorations seems as hollow as the rest of this place. There's something missing, for sure.

The voice from beside him is too grumbled to identify, but it has a feminine quality to it. He thinks of moving the mass of hair, but elects against it for now. The cat pushing against his hand keeps mewing, and he can only assume it wants food. What's the rules on feeding a mysterious hosts' cat?