[He is paying attention to the beer because he intends to drink it, and not Artemis. Not yet at least. And besides, he can pet and drink at the same time. He chuckles at his sudden lap full of Artemis, obliging the unspoken request by scratching behind his ears and petting down his spine to scratch at that one spot on the small of his back that always made a regular cat's ass go up. He wondered if it would work on Artemis.]

Hm, can't say I blame you then. You remember what they looked like? Can't have some assholes thinking they can just go around harassing you just because.