[ Soft, warm puffs of breath at his neck leave his lips quirking up at the corners as he continues about his self-elected chores, talking amiably enough to an animal he doesn't assume is listening. Not until it rouses, and at that he blinks, loosening his grip once the cat starts fussing. ]

What is it? Do you want to be set down? If you're patience, we can feed you in the kitchen... I don't believe anyone here will mind. There's fresh water to be had too, so you won't be thirsty. Or milk, or... well. I don't know, whatever it is you'd like.

[ Should his feline friend indicate it wants down, then down Yue Qingyuan will let it. ]