For his part, Anders isn't likely to offer much more of an apology for what amounts to about three sentences' worth of tetchiness and some silent glowering. That he's apologized at all is somewhat unusual. He glances at the magelight. Hm. "I didn't think of that." It would've been a spell wisp, if Anders cast one, but one dancing light can't be much different from another in the eyes of a cat.

No Pounce is forthcoming, magelight or not. Anders rakes his hand through his hair and makes a frustrated sound. "He gets into small spaces and decides he's perfectly happy there. What I get for raising him in a knapsack."