" On the sofa, a huge orange tabby cat regarded me with characteristic feline apathy before hopping down and stalking to the door. “This is Francis.” Lucas opened the door and the tom wandered lazily outside, stopping on the landing to clean a paw. I laughed, moving to the center of the room. “Francis? He looks more like a… Max. Or maybe a King.” He shut and locked the door, his ghost smile turning his mouth up on one side. “Trust me, he’s superior enough without a macho name to back it up "