[Bianca? Whomst the fuck—oh, wait, it's probably that Dead(?) creature hanging onto the opposite shoulder. Mogget hunkers down on his own perch, tail swishing ominously as he stares down the other... cat-thing.]

Then you have ample time to explain what manner of necromancy produced this... creature. [Mogget's tail begins swishing even faster, probably smacking poor Ryan right in the face in the process. Sorry, my dude.] Is it a Lesser Dead? A Shadow Hand?

[Once upon a time, Mogget, the "faithful" servant of the Abhorsen, would have been compelled to smite it! Now, however, this collar-free cat merely stretches out a paw... and bats at the damn thing. He is Intrigued.]