[He's used to humans doing The Most at every available opportunity; the fact that this one is so calm does him credit, but Mogget still gives him a haughty look as he settles across his shoulders.]

There is a difference, boy, between thrashing and climbing. [He's just sayin'.] But if you are offering to take me somewhere dryer, and if you can, then by all means... do as you will.

[He'll just, you know, chill where he is. A wet cat stretching over the back of your neck must feel absolutely awful, but Mogget doesn't care the slightest bit. He's ready to go!]