You know Husk had some cat genetics in him, he was part cat-demon after all. He purred sometimes, when he was comfortable enough, and he snuggled into warm things, or people, though it was a rare occasion if it was the former. You knew all of this, yes, but you didn’t expect this.

You’re chilling in the lobby of the hotel, reading from a book, when you feel something wet and spiky on your cheek. You flinch with a surprised yelp, and turn your head to the side quickly, searching with wide eyes. What you don’t expect is to see Husk, staring back at you with equally wide eyes.

He licked you.

“Uh, fuck. Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t—that wasn’t—“ Husk snaps his mouth shut, saving himself from any more embarrassment. He looks away bashfully.