She still calls herself a feral, even though she hasn't spent a night outdoors since she found a magicians window open at the Institute for Arcane Erotic Energetics, three months ago. Still a kitty has her pride. Talia pretends disinterest to all things human though when the Magus slipped and called her 'pet' she began to dream about what her collar would look like. And the , mmmm, she stretches languidly in the sunbeam hoping to entice her Master over without looking TOO interested.