"If she gets up I'll just feer very guilty," Anthont laughed quietly to himself. Having a cat laying in his lap turned out to be surprisingly therapeutic for him. All was right in the world, for once, it seemed. Anthony raised his gaze to look at Elijah for a moment as he carefully wrapped the quilt around his shoulders. He was certainly unused to this kind of warmth (literal and figurative), but he certainly enjoyed it. "Yeah. Thanks, Elijah."