With her sense of smell heightened considerably more than she was used to, Rosa didn't know how to feel about having to deal with paint, but what was she going to do about it? It's not like she lived here or anything, she was just some random panther crashing on his sofa, so whatever.

She may have shifted her position on the couch by the time he got back, too, in a way that helped her see a little better what he was working on. Not that she cared, she didn't, she was just bored, and, honestly, she was just sort of spending most of the time watching him. She figured it had to be at least a little unnerving--she'd be disappointed if it wasn't, but she was just sort through that she was pretty sure she'd met him at least once, but it clearly wasn't enough to really stick, and so her entire picture of this guy was basically build of Seivarden's complaints about his lectures.

Which didn't seem to gel with the guy who was just okay cool, there's a panther-person in my living room, I guess I'll just go paint now, so it was all just....interesting.

Maybe she should have just pretended to be a regular random panther she'd brought home with her, but the idea of the words pet, Seivarden and her lumped together in the same context forcefully prevented that from ever being possible.