At this time, Liam came back and saw the spectacle downstairs.
"Eleven! Mind your manners," she gently chided.
'I know you want to find out, but let's be discreet.'
Eleven meowed and jumped down. Its blue eyes were still staring at Reinhart.
Reinhart swallowed. "Your cat is very strange. Can he understand human language?"
Liam: ...He actually does.
She cleared her throat. "My cat is sharper and more curious compared to other cats. I think Eleven is curious about you. It seems to like you too."
Reinhart glanced down at the cat.
Indeed. He could feel that this cat's gaze was giving him the creeps, as if he was a piece of jerky being inspected carefully.
