Matt liked to think of himself as a relatively simple person. For all that people might fear his kind and their nature, he wasn't all that perturbed. Fear was a part of life he simply did not acknowledge. The most he could do reliably for himself was follow his instinct and make sure his stomach was full when it needed to be. That had led him to New York City, of all places, and a life dedicated to learning the ins and outs of survival in the city. It had turned him into a halfway decent guide to the city rather unintentionally, and when he had met Cassie he was only too happy to help her out.<br/><br/>Of course, she had no idea why he'd made such an effort. He hadn't been overt in it, approaching her quietly and indirectly, offering advice and guidance to help her settle into a good affordable life in the city. As far as he knew, she wasn't aware of his nature. As a cat, he wasn't remarkable. A common Abyssinian, the only thing that stood out were his eyes, a deep green that to his knowledge wasn't to be seen on any other cat around. She had found him injured after a rather ugly altercation, tended him back to good health, and thus he had made the decision to look out for her at every turn, or as much as he could reasonably do.<br/><br/>When he heard her begin to play the video he looked up, ears twitching forward. He knew the sounds well--the two elf cosplayers, he believed. He knew what was coming. In the weeks since he'd taken up residence in his cat form, he had learned a fair bit about her habits, and always made an effort to respect her space and privacy, despite suspecting that she went out of her way to make it a challenge to do so. He got up and stepped out of visual range, into her kitchen. He allowed himself to change there, expanding and lifting to his human form, the fur coat changing to a light brown shirt and pants. Shoes, he hadn't figured out yet, but all in due time.<br/><br/>He ran one hand through his short, dark auburn hair and took a step toward the door, but paused at the sound of her first soft moan. He had never quite given in to the temptation she presented before, always priding himself on being decent enough to walk away when he felt it was right to do so, but too much was simply too much. He could still smell it in the air, his senses sharpened, and he closed his eyes to breathe deeply. His body responded, cock stirring under his thin pants, and he swore under his breath as he forced himself to snap out of it. Still, though. She had given him--Matt, not the cat she'd saved--a key only last week, a gesture of trust and permission in his eyes. With another soft-spoken expletive he crossed her apartment to the door, and carefully pulled it open and shut. He heard another, distant click as the laptop closed, and allowed himself a deep breath before he knocked sharply on her kitchen countertop. "Cassie? Hey, you home?" he called, trying to ignore the heightened scent of her pleasure. His cheeks colored red regardless, though. He couldn't control everything about his physical response, much as he'd like to.