This was...nice.

Having his head laying on his Master's lap while he laid down on his side felt so comforting, the Saber had his eyes closed, his guard entirely down while his lips were curled into a satisfied smile. He really...could get used to this if given the chance. Really.

"Oi, Master," he called, his usual tone softer somewhat, "Aren't you forgettin' something?"

He was requesting (demanding) with a finger pointed to his hair. No way he'd relax without being spoiled with headpats!