Another sigh. Aeneas didn’t actually think Matt would let him go about that—most of the humans who had gotten up the nerve to inquire about his personal matters had stuck to it until he’d given them a solid answer of some sort. In a way, Aeneas appreciated this sense of determination and curiosity that they expressed.

But he also liked keeping to himself, and he greatly appreciated Matt’s ability to distinguish when a topic should be left alone. It exhibited a level of maturity that Aeneas was not expecting from a human his age.
His purr increased in volume.

“Who, Will?” Aeneas blinked complacently, “Do we need to contact her somehow, or should we take our chances and look around?”

His feathers ruffled with a light snort of laughter at the second remark.

“Really? Have you found the bathrooms yet?”