"Please Edward pleeeeaaaase— please just take her, look she already loves you, I can tell, just take— Edward, take— justtakethecatEdward." Now she was actively trying to force the creature— as placid as it was confused— into her regular collaborator's unwilling arms while he pushed back with equal effort, still careful not to harm her latest acquisition. It wasn't his fault that Selina had a stupid bleeding heart, nor that she impulsively stole three-legged-one-eyed-autistic-heart-condition-having-oh-whetever-else kittens from the animal testing laboratory across town on a regular basis,nor that her sizable apartment had yet-again reached full capacity due to this habit; he knew that taking a cat off her hands "just for the weekend" was a trap, and in fact his own pet at home, named Catechism, was living proof of this.