...Tastier? Anders shoots Michel a very bewildered look. It has to be a joke, but it's an odd one. No, he has no desire at all to go down that route. Or the route to wearing armor. His ability to move is what's kept him alive. He has no desire to be weighed down by metal.

"That's more like talking to yourself, if no one around can understand. I hear that's a sign of madness." His voice is neutral, not turning the comment into a barb. Most of his focus is really on the cat. It's been so long since he's held one, or been purred at, or headbumped... or scratched or been subjected to the abominable stench that are cat farts, or any of those things too, but it's an indulgence he can't really afford. A cat will only be a liability, and when Anders' time comes to a close, who is going to want to take in his cat? No one. They'll be used to regular feeding and attention and suddenly that will be gone. It's too cruel to do to an animal.

"Then again, I'd think Chevaliers being tasty could also be a sign of madness. When was the last time a healer examined you, exactly?"