Remi twitches at the touch with a soft 'prrt?', ears flicking forward, eyes wide to track every motion of the older cat. Adelaide- rubs the back of his head. No starting from her- the- this boy. Not at all.

"One does not train a cat, they offer incentive for good behavior." Which is training by another name, but shush. Right now she is busy offering some of that incentive with gentle scritching behind Remi's ears- making his eyes go half lidded as he leans with all of his little body into the touch.

Purrelden, well. She will find herself butting up against an invisible barrier soon enough. A casual expenditure of magic- but with kittens? A wise enough one. "Non, chatton- this is not for you."