He withdraws his paw almost lazily, confident that Ghoul can't reach him up here. Well, he could climb or jump up if he really wanted, but that would give Mogget time to escape.

He shakes his head. "Surely you've heard of a witch's familiar. Cats and broomsticks, that sort of thing. Childish stories but even old wives' tales have an inkling of truth... The power of the fae can complement a witch's magic, if she knows how to use it."