"Since you seem to have brought him here in search of a home, it would be rude of me to throw him out onto the streets. Particularly in this cold." He put the little dish down in front of the cat, in favor of turning to his own food. "But I do trust you don't believe I'm fooled by this." You'd only been hinting ever since you'd arrived, Jono.

Hannibal was eating pie at you for that. With a lot of attention and enthusiasm.