"Your cat, my liege," a well-dressed old man stepped into the foreground of the scene, carrying a white Persian cat. He handed over the cat gently to the Doge, who received the creature in a polite, even affectionate, gesture.<br/><br/>"Ahh, Professor Ratsworth," he cooed at the cat in disgustingly sweet manner. The Doge walked towards the angel, though his eyes kept looking at his bored-looking cat.<br/><br/>"Meow," mewed Professor Ratsworth.<br/><br/>The Doge lifted the cat towards Aris. "What do you thin-"<br/><br/>The cat, catching a whiff of the wine on Aris, hissed at the angel, outstretching his claws towards Aris's face.<br/><br/>"Oh dear. He doesn't like you." The Doge circled around Aris, looking at her wings. His eyes perked up as he saw grey marks on the angel's wings. "Burn marks? Bad news..."<br/><br/>He raised a finger to his chin in thought.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Paint it over</span>. And dress her up while you're at it."<br/><br/>"Meow."<br/><br/>The Doge strolled out of his throne room, cat still in hand. He had an auction to see to.