Anton removed himself from the couch as Stella would arrive any second. He pocketed Magdalene’s number as he was unsure whether he’d enter it into his list of contacts or not. It couldn’t hurt, but then, would he actually call her? That question would remain unanswered for the time being, as there was a knock at the door.<br/><br/>Moving to allow her entrance into his apartment, it never ceased to amaze him the unmistakable difference in size between Tesla and Licorice, as he caught a glimpse of the pair lounging on the kitty structure. She looked like a kitten next to him, yet for all his girth, he was as gentle with her as a mama cat would be with a new-born. It seemed to Anton that Licorice was the feisty one, perhaps feeling some kind of mystic kitty need to make up for her stature, or lack thereof, as the case was clear to see. Smiling, it reminded him of what some called “small man syndrome.” Tesla took it all in stride, as his temperament belied his enormity. Truly, he was a Gentle Giant, if ever there was one.<br/><br/>He and Stella greeted each other with smiles, as he opened the door. Gesturing for her to make herself comfortable, he shut the door then went to sit back on the couch. “Your boy there was patiently waiting by my door when I got home,” he informed her with an easy smile, still amused at the sight that greeted him not that long ago.