[Looking up at the man in question, Fenris' eyebrows furrow unhappily at the idea of the cat being fond of him, but with how she rubs against his ankle, clearly marking him as her own, he can't help but feel as if he has no choice in the matter. He doesn't understand why this creature made such a terrible choice, but here it was.]

She would do better with someone that actually wants her. [He didn't like cats. They reminded him of Anders and how the man never shut up about his stupid cat he left behind or some nonsense. Before that, Fenris was rather indifferent to cats in general, saw them as useful, but now? Well, he finds himself none too pleased with this development, but it was seemingly going to happen as she wouldn't even let him take a step forward or risk stepping on her.

His already broody countenance is enhanced with a deeper frown.]

You seem knowledgeable about the creatures, why not take her for yourself?