Elijah shook his head dismissively with a small smile. "Do not worry about it, this happens often. Cats will always do their own thing in the end..." he chuckled slightly as he stepped back to let him in. He took the basket and noticed the man look at his gloves. He placed one hand over the other embarrassed and turned away to put the basket up.

"I always have extra in case a guest turns up. You're quite alright. Even if I didn't, I'd feel ashamed if someone was kind enough to visit and I made them leave hungry. And i am alright, as good as can be expected I suppose, and how are you?"

He came back to him empty handed still gloved and waved for him to make himself at home. His place was small but well furnished with an old sofa with a knitted blanket tossed over the back, a tiny fire lingered in the fire place, with a book shelf to one side with books and papers awkwardly shoved into places to make room.

"Sit, father, and I'll make you some tea." He turned to head towards the small kitchen .