Mugetsu, Il mio cuore, may I have the honour of petting you?

[ Melinoë has clasped her hands against her chest to keep from reaching out, and she nods consent at more alcohol, sure to refill Kimihiro's and Mugetsu's in turn. ]

Perhaps he was drawn to your soul? Some of us are meant to fit together, and you two certainly seem compatible. He knows you well enough to sense your distress, after all.