Serrin grinned. "I’m on very good terms with her father." He genuinely liked cats and they took to him readily. He also knew another ailurophile when he saw one, and the older elf’s way of pleasing the cat was clearly born of experience. The first knuckle of his index finger knew exactly the right spot to rub under the cat’s chin, and she was already threatening to roll over to have her belly rubbed.