"You mean a mate?" He looks down at Tasha, who has given up on the dust bunny and is now reaching up to rub her cheek against Ian's.

"Lir off me please?" he grumbles in the Old Tongue. "I am in danger of falling over and having my head smashed like a glass egg."

She doesn't listen; she just turns up the purr-o-meter.

"I could do that, but I have not seen a door since I arrived here. Or taking her back to Homana to find one of her own kind to serve as her companion would not be so difficult."