Yeah, yeah, well... Your taste in everything's always been a mess, Ray. In people, in animals, in relationships... Remember when you wanted to have a "meaningful relationship" with Houdini?

[There's a distant yowl from across the room as Regina once again tears one of her toys into pieces. The Luxio hisses, before flinging the remains aside, her tail lashing. She proceeds to trot over to the couch and hop into Venkman's lap- definitely not seeking reassurance and comfort from her frustration. Of course not. It's coincidental.

Venkman obliges, scratching her behind her shoulders. She purrs, leaning into the touch.]