"Val smiled evilly at the child and reached into his pocket. "Do you," he asked, "like kittens?" And he held out a black, fluffy kitten with a white chest. Annalise blinked at the kitten's green eyes. The kitten blinked back. "Oh, yes!" said Annalise. Val deposited the kitten into the plump little arms and strolled to the kitchens, where Hecate and her kittens were in residence, swinging his gold walking stick. There were seven more kittens remaining and a garden full of his enemies' children..."