Six looked to each of the odd group in turn. He had a passing familiarity with Pride and Prejudice but "Mr. Mistoffelees" sounded like "Mephistopheles", the demon written of in Faust which he'd read several years ago.

"I'm pretty sure he's using the literary reference," Six said dryly. He looked to sleep, still scratching away at the not-cat's "fur". "I don't mind if you're willing. My head's already starting to clear up regardless."

His fingers were slowly scratching their way down the side of the feline's face before rubbing under the chin. It was certainly a different texture than the ugly old cat he'd had but not unpleasant.

"What's our next move?"

They couldn't stay down here forever, after all.