"KITTIES!" Big little kitties. With special faces. Flute shoots up from her seat and runs to scoop the entire lot of them from around Martel. And in moments, they are purring in her arms as she's mrrew-ing at them softly. Martel does realize that he's about as likely to get away from her grasp as, say, Talen, right?

"It does look good. And doesn't smell as many of your other presentable outfits tended to!" She isn't even looking at him, her attention apparently on the little felines. Then again. If she can hear his spells when she's nowhere near? She can make remarks about him without seeming to look him over.