[Ah, bonjour to you, Trash. Javert is in the midst of bending down to give the cat his customary brisk ear-scratch when Juno skips right to the scolding. From his half-crouched position, he attempts to quirk a brow calmly. Really, any attempt to twist his facial expression makes him resemble some cartoonish mask. It's awful. Really awful.]

I fetched myself a coffee with blood. As you commanded, Monsieur. And now I have brought it here. There you go, girl, you have your scratches, now you shall have to be pleased with that.

[He leaves the cat, rises back to his feet and gingerly retrieves his coffee for another drink.]