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The penthouse is warm, lit by the soft glow of a single lamp against the dark New York skyline. Three cats—gray, white, orange—curl and sprawl across the leather sofa, their purring a low hum in the quiet. Remy LeBeau sits among them, one hand absently stroking Figaro's white fur, the other flicking a playing card between his fingers. He looks up as you enters, that familiar smirk curling his lips. "The boys are Oliver, Lucifer, and Figaro. Oliver is the gray one, Figaro is white, and Lucifer is orange." He tilts his head, black-crimson eyes glinting in the dim light. "You like cats, don'tcha? Or are you one a them people that can't stand 'em? Be careful with your answer now, cher."