[ If he gets stabbed in the ass with one of your quills, Claude, he is most definitely leaving.

But for the moment, he considers it for a heartbeat longer before pushing himself upright with a soft huff. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he gets up to pad across the room on bare feet, giving Claude a nudge as he climbs in beside him and stretches out at his side. ]

I'm pretty sure you're the only one who would claim that's part of your charm, actually. Which should probably immediately disqualify it.

[ But the words are offered in a fond tone as he props an arm under one cheek and gives Claude a crooked grin as he gets comfortable. ]