"Desmond," Lambert answers, distractedly, still trying to place the cat. When the realization clicks, it's practically visible, since he stiffens just a bit, head turning to watch Mogget as he circles.

"And you're..." He really should have been paying attention, but to be fair, it hadn't seemed important at the time. "... the top witch's familiar, right?" He hasn't sorted out how he feels about binding fae yet, but ... it's a concept that's a little odd to wrap his head around, to say the least. In his memories, it felt a lot more like the fae were more interested in binding humans.