Oh, they are very much like cats; Cor knows that all too well. Still, he doesn't make any moves or other indications to signal for more space. Yet. Maybe a little later. Or so he tells himself.

He isn't, however, affected by the pout. Outwardly. "Sadly, you'd be right. You were stuck in meetings all that morning, so Clarus didn't have much of a chance to tell you beforehand." Taking a sip of his drink, as if it's water and not some strong liquor.