"Couldn't he do both?" Walter's pretty sure the man can multitask. He's also sure he's not half as delicate as he pretends to be, but that's nothing worth mentioning.

The next bit that comes out of her mouth, did she actually - she did. Well. He slowly leans back and tilts his head, trying to look less amused than he actually is. "I suppose it is. You up for it so soon? I mean," He laughs. "After the knifing."

He's not even going to acknowledge that Bourbon is trying to stretch from her chair to his to get back onto his lap. He'll just... kick his legs up in that chair for other reasons, of course. The cat just happens to wander across them by coincidence.