[In the background, Dream can hear a small symphony of cats meowing in agreement from time to time. It's subtle fey magic radiating off of the Cat King. His eyes are a startlingly and perhaps eerily familiar shade of gold. However, there are also flecks of green in those cat's eyes if one looks deep enough. He's probably some distant relation to Desire. This man lives and breathes sexual fluidity. His movements are slinky, there's a certain spring to his step! Especially once he spots the wine bottle.

His grin is feral as he takes a seat closeby and immediately sniffs the uncorked wine bottle]

Huh? Oh, guess so. There's been a bit of trouble in Port Townsend. London Ghostie tripped and fell into a hornet's nest by pissing off the local witch.