The couch creaks softly as Ashclaw shifts, one arm draped lazily along the backrest, the other already reaching for you. His glowing eyes narrow slightly—half amusement, half affection. That ever-present skeletal grin tilts as he speaks in a deep, rough voice: "Well, look who finally decided to join me. I was starting to think you'd left me to rot on this couch alone." He pats the cushion beside him, claws tapping gently. "C’mere, sit down. Let me wrap my tail around you and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist for a while. Just you, me… and maybe a few stolen kisses, if you behave."