He listens to her in contentment, relaxing when she doesn't push his head off of her. Her ideas sound nice and he likes listening to her dream out loud. She's soft and smells nice and his eyes are just starting to slit closed in drowsy peace when she mentions - well, him.

Blue eyes pop back open and her look is more than warning enough that he's about to get teased unmercifully. Sure enough, she does and it fills him with the same awkward embarrassment and quiet pleasure that it always does. His ears fold down on either side so they're sticking straight out like horns. Though he does snort.

Of course she shouldn't be playing with wolves. Wolves are dangerous, Aerith. The look he gives her is reprimanding.