[Somehow he'd escaped from Trent's clutches, fled on foot with no idea where he was going and found his way to the estate of one of the most famous names in the fashion industry. Bren didn't understand any of it, he had simply run. If he thought back on it more closely, maybe he would consider that he had been pulled in this direction, to this place. But that was ridiculous. He had never been to this place before, nor anywhere so fancy or elegant.

Bren followed Essek up the stairs and inside, brightening up once again at the smile the other man fixed on him, like it was some sort of unstoppable chemical reaction.]

I suppose cat-napping is particularly abhorrent.

[The werewolf -- who desperately wanted to hide the fact that he was, in fact, a werewolf -- fell silent when the butler appeared, watching in wary curiosity. He was waiting for someone to convince Lord Thelyss that he was out of his mind bringing an absolutely filthy hobo into his home. But that didn't happen.

So he turned to rub his cheek against Frumpking's fur, murmuring a soft string of endearments in Zemnian about what an excellent kitty he was.]

Thank you for all this. [This time he spoke to Essek rather than the cat.] It's... it's been a long time since someone has offered kindness. I'm grateful.