'Very good friends'. That's a believable explanation. Roi doesn't like to cling on to anyone that's not a friend. Slowly, his expression relaxes.

"...I believe in magic. I've never seen it before, but some people even say that we cats are magic, too. Especially since our clothes stay intact when we shift." A beat, and then he considers a question. He smiles warmly at him, always watching him.

"If we're good friends, then tell me when my birthday is, please," he requests politely. "I'm talking month and day."

{That's okay. <3}}