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Misty and Randel. They have. A lot of cats. That is the one that seemed to like me best.

[He listens to the two, keeping them in the corner of his eye, though most of his attention is on the book, now, flipping slowly through the pages to see what new texture is on each one.]

Her name's Vesta. Godric helped me name her.

[Vesta does not seem interested in coming out from under the bed, just yet, though she is watching Steve. She's a dark tortoiseshell, not very big, with small ears and gold eyes.]

[Steve makes a mental note to snatch up more of those touch-feel books when another pick-up is required. To Vesta's reluctance, he does not appear insulted. It was something he'd half-expected, after all. He blows her a little kiss.]

The Lady Vesta is very, very beautiful. Well-named too.

[He glances from the feline towards her human companion, now curious.]

So... You're friends with Godric?

["Friends" seems pushing it a little. The Asset is not really sure what being friends entails, but one conversation and concerned oversight in the Enclosure doesn't seem like it ought to count. Even if a name and a piece of origami were exchanged.]

We spoke some. He seems nice. He used to be a slave, too. Let me into the Enclosure after a nightmare then just kind of. Followed me back here to meet Vesta.

[He tests one of the textures with the metal hand and is disappointed, but unsurprised, when he can't actually register it. Whatever sensors are in there, they aren't calibrated for that level of delicacy. Too bad.]

She wasn't particularly interested in letting him touch her, either. She just sniffed from the blankets.

Speakin' from experience with Godric, he is a great listener. The amount of times I spoke to him 'bout my marriage troubles, well, he practically became more my marriage counselor than prisoner. Not that either helped in the end but... That's life, right?

[He's intrigued too with the metal arm and its ability with textures. Equally disappointing. Tragic. Steve looks to the feline.]

Never been able to figure out why some animals dislike vamps 'n some don't. Its some kinda... sixth sense sort of thing. Dogs can smell we're innately "wrong" while with cats its more... [He waves a hand, searching for the right word.] A gut feelin'? Instinctual? I don't know. Never owned pets as a human.

Cats smell just as well as dogs. Maybe it's the same thing.

[Easier to talk about than to tackle the whole "marriage counselor prisoner" thing, because wow there's a lot there. He pauses to frown, and consider.]

You don't smell wrong to me. The lack of breathing is weird, but I got used to it. And I couldn't hear your heartbeat either way, right now.

[Steve blinks, surprised by the... sorta-compliment? Or so that's how he'd accept it.]

Why thank you. Y'know, I kept up the breathin' thing for a while, a psychological hangover I heard it called, but after a point, I guess it faded. You smell nice yourself, if you're curious. Even got used to the arm's odd scent.

[He stretches his arms, and looks back at the assembled books. It occurred to him suddenly that Bucky might want to read on his own, or feel self-conscious about it with someone else around.]

Wellllllp, I best be headin' on out. Leave you to get to readin' and permit the Lady Vesta her space back. [He half bows in her direction.]

[It's probably for the best. While he doesn't feel particularly self-conscious about it, it's hard to pay attention to a person and a book and a cat, all at the same time. Even books this simplistic.

He picks himself up off the floor, though, bringing the textures book with him, because just sitting there while Steve leaves seems rude. And also so he can say:]

Thank you. This is. A lot. But I appreciate it a lot, too.

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