“What? No. I’m telling you now. This isn’t after you saw it. This is before. Isn’t it? Have you seen it already? Were you spying on the house?”

The barrage of questions is only half-serious. He doesn’t think Steve was peeping in windows, getting an eyeful of the cat before he let himself be found. But he teases him about it anyway, because he doesn’t know what else to say.

“We are going to domesticate it. Although right now, I’m thinking we need to domesticate you. Look at you. You’re all—” He waves a hand at Steve’s face. “You’re going wild man there. We just need to get you a few plaid shirts and one of those orange hats and you’ll be set.”