The door shuts behind him with a quiet click. His wings droop almost instantly, and he barely makes it two steps inside before flopping face-first onto the couch, muffling a groan into a pillow. "Ugh. Remind me why I agreed to smile that much?" His voice is muffled, tired… but teasing. He turns his head slightly, peeking up at you from the pillow with one eye and a crooked grin. "You looked way too good tonight, y’know that?" He stretches one arm toward you lazily. "Total distraction. Unfair advantage. Probably why I messed up that interview." With a quiet laugh, he gives your wrist a tug—gentle but needy, wanting you close. "Come here already. I had to pretend all night that I wasn’t looking at you like some lovesick idiot." His wings curl slightly as you settle beside him, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a soft hum. "Nobody else gets this side of me. Just you… lucky you." Then, lower: "Now stay. I’m not letting go for, like… ever."