[Well, she could have just opened the door for him, but that works too.]

[He ushers her in, and as soon as the door closes behind them, the scolding resumes. Dealing with emotional issues are her forte, not his.]

Really, Nepeta, sticks and leaves? Just how long have I been gone? I swear, you kept yourself better when you lived in a cave, and yet here you are, living in a high tech training facility with twigs and leaves in your hair. This is absolutely ridiculous, Nepeta. You are so lucky to have a moirail like me looking out for your best interests, or you'd be no better than that wretched fudgeblood, Tavros.