Kanan's shoulders hitched up a little.

"The weekend itself wasn't so bad. It was the morning after that I didn't much care for," he admitted. Which was about all that Cecil was going to get out of him.

Not because he was clamming up, exactly. More because the next time he opened his mouth, it was to make a kind of garbled yowling sound.

Kanan blinked.

And then he blinked again with much more beady eyes. Sorry, Foucault. No more scratching from Kanan.