This is why Helen is Ravi's favourite. Anyone else would probably just try and make him scram or make embarrassing long-body comments about him when they figured it out. When she leans down and pets him, Ravi settles a little, staring up at her with tiny baleful little ferret eyes, wishing that he could bottle these up and use them normally.

He burrows his little head into Helen's palm, thinking that this might end up strange later, but for now, he doesn't really care. It's too bloody comfortable and if she's willing to put up with him, he's going to take advantage.