Watching her with her cat, Balthazar finds himself regretful that he never picked up a pet, himself. He thought about it briefly, but decided he was more interested in running wild than caring for a creature dependent upon him. He's had houseplants, but most of them would have died within a month if he wasn't capable of reviving them with a touch.

"Oh, the orders. Well, I'm not sure anyone enjoys them, but having a direction can be reassuring, amid chaos." He takes a sip of his drink, then frowns. "Did you just say 'eaten'? I don't think the Nazis did much eating people, where I come from."