Jesus's nerves make K watchful, so he shrugs his heavy coat off and hangs it up while he watches the other man sidelong, while he reaches to greet Nibbles in turn. He murmurs something too soft and too low to interrupt what Jesus is saying, still listening while he pets the cat.

There's not a question there. There's not an invitation, really, so K glances up with interest and gives him full attention, but he doesn't interject.