When she settles he does too, taking her lack of rejection as permission and in response, he curls his body as closely around hers as he can, even going so far as to slip a leg up and over her thigh next to where his head is resting in her lap, paw dangling. She always had the best fingers, and his eyes close down to contented slits of pleasure at the feel of them now in his fur. Given the opportunity, he'd never wake up from this dream.

At her question though, one of his ears pricks forward to show he's listening and after a minute, one lazy blue eye slips open. He's not alone. Not anymore. She's here with him. Lulled by her touch, he shifts his head and noses softly against the exposed skin of her stomach that her top doesn't quite hide from him.