"You can cook. It's your one marketable skill." Yukio manages a small grin, peering down at the other and watching him stretch. He hadn't really thought of his brother as very feline – despite his changes – until this very moment, and he has to admit, it's a bit difficult to see him any differently.

It's amusing, to say the very least.

He quirks a brow as if to say oh, really? and continues scratching back down that fluffy chest. "It's … relaxing." Why not be honest, while we're indulging ourselves? "Or you'll end up as some crazy cat lady's pet … you'll disappear one day, Henry will wonder where you are, and I'll just have to tell him someone took in a stray …"

Yukio. Please.