Damien stares at the cat for a long moment, surprised and not all at once, and then pulls away a little bit, to lean down, reaching out for it. It's an almost absent gesture, though, almost reflexive -- what can one do but pet a cat, when confronted with one?

He glances back at Mel, regardless of whether or not it approaches him. "I thought you needed to have something of ... someone's." His? The cat's? He's not sure, honest, but he seems to remember that being a caveat in that memory of hers he saw. Then again, though, he also seems to remember her telling him that was her first time, after the fact. Maybe she'd grown since then.