Truth be told, he has been half-expecting Hythlodaeus to show up at some point. It is less a matter of 'if' than 'when'. He turns, lowering the cat, which struggles furiously trying to escape his grasp. He's learnt his lesson though; the cat will find it difficult to scratch him through the thick sleeves of his robe.

"Don't be ridiculous. I may as well be searching blind without my other sight."

His gaze drops to the other man's outfit. The sweep down. Back up. He frowns. "What in all hells are you wearing?"