The curious inquiry earned Alabaster yet another laugh, although this one was more amused than embarrassed. "Not exactly, but if we're going to start somewhere, I suppose Duff is as good a place to begin as any."

Saga approached the table, beckoning the other closer. "Here..." She held out her hand, seemingly over an empty space, but in actuality, her palm was hovering just over the cat's head. "Put your hand under mine; he'll make himself solid for a bit."

With a low grumble, Duff twitched his tail, but obligingly held still. If Alabaster was willing enough to follow Saga's request, his hand would be greeted by soft fur and a small, cold and questing nose.