Henry makes a 'mah' sound and paws at Micolash's wrist so he can sniff his fingers. The cat is disappointed that the man has no treats in them! What a ripoff. He thumps back down to sniff the counter for anymore cracker crumbs.

"Sandwiches," the man echoes offhandedly, under his breath. Now that Henry isn't sniffing at him, he can resume petting said kitty. So soft. "Is that your...favourite?" By Kos, making conversation is hard, especially when it's about a subject he's so avoidant and now ignorant about.

"Henry's are treats," he adds, just to keep talking and trying to sound, you know. Engaging. "Little meat-flavoured tablets." Henry heard the word 'treat' and is already up and meowing loudly. Treats! TREATS! I WANT TREATS! What have you done, Micolash.

"...I should probably give him one now," he says regarding the kitty cacophony he's caused.