Again, Eliana smiles as if to laugh, but does not. Raman has never heard her 
laugh. The closest she has come to it in his presence is a soft expulsion of 
breath. Sometimes, she hisses. Now, she hums. The black cat turns its head and 
looks back at her, then goes to her. She takes it into her lap and begins to 
gently stroke it between the ears. The cat purrs audibly, gazing at Raman 
through eyes like slits.