Melody purred and kneaded Ziva's leg appreciatively. Maaaaaybe.

"Melody." Wash knew the cat well enough by now to know he'd need to get a straight answer, even if he couldn't really understand it. Body language worked well enough sometimes.

Melody stopped kneading Ziva's leg and yowled. Butbutbut-

"Melody."

The yowling stopped abruptly and Melody dropped down, resting her head on her paws and meowing grumpily.

"That better have been a yes."

The only response was another short, grumpy meow.

Wash looked over at Ziva. "She won't."