He looks down at the cat, brows furrowed. He know what the cat wants, he's just trying to decide if he wants a shedding fur ball sitting on his lap. The suit is very important to him. But he does like cats, this one in particular. It has good taste.

"All right," he sighs, scooting back a little so that the cat has room to sit on his lap. "But no claws, please." Orange fur he can get out with a lint brush, a snag in the fabric is much more of a pain to repair.

As for Hermione's reply, he looks a little surprised. "Only a couple of months? Did she help you around or anything?"