Jay stiffens as it rests a paw down on him, pinning him more or less to the 'floor', such as it is, and he struggles even as it bends down to nuzzle him. He spent enough time around cats growing up to know that's a territorial thing as much as it is affection - this cat is fucking marking him.

"Get off!" he growls in protest, squirming beneath it. "What do you want?"

He asked this of the kitten, and it wanted to kill him. It asked this of the ginger, and it didn't want him at all. This one is the only one who's shown any sign of having a reason to keep him. That doesn't mean it'll answer him. He knows, and it terrifies him deep down to his bones to think about it, that it's very possible there is no reason, that he was just an arbitrarily selected chew toy, that he will be trapped here with these smug, cryptic assholes batting and pawing at him for literal eternity. The weight of this thought is so great he actually stops fighting, just curls up beneath the cat, lying very still.