[ Bastien does a miniature victorious fist pump. ]

Et mon chaton.

[ He steals another, quicker kiss. Then he stands up, with a staying hand on By's chest to discourage him from following, and crosses the room to dig mysteriously through a cabinet. ]

Or—will you be happy as a cat? The loyal kind, of course. More elegant and independent than a dog, but just as friendly to the right people. The kind who likes to sleep purring on chests and likes to knock things off tables.

But if you would rather be something else, I'll hear you out.