Satan did his best to keep his face neutral. He didn't want to give away the fact that he didn't want Alastor seeing his cat doodles because for some reason, he felt like he'd never be able to live it down.

"I've only circled around the perimeter of the town," said Satan, still keeping his voice even, "so everything in there is within a reasonable walking distance."

His heart dropped into his stomach when Alastor continued to the strange herbal bovine, and it was at that point he knew he may as well cast away whatever hope he had. And -- yes, there it was. Alastor was moments away from making fun of him, surely.

"I thought if I drew them, I might 'think it into existence.'" While it wasn't necessarily a lie, the main reason he drew them is because he missed them, and he hadn't been fortunate to come across a single cat yet.

In an effort to keep the topic of conversation away from his cat doodles, though, he shifts his weight to one leg and asks, "Someone from your world, I imagine? Are they a cat?"

He just hoped that a demon who could sit so serenely in a patch of wildflowers wouldn't really mock him for liking cats as much as he did. He couldn't be sure, though -- Alastor was so hard to read.