Erik wasn't...one for social interactions, nor was he one to ask for help or affection. Though, being a snow leopard hybrid, he's seen other feline hybrids practically beg their mates to be groomed or petted while doing this loud, grumbly noise. He's pretty sure its called a 'purr', but he never remembers himself ever doing it, especially as a cub.

Though, and even as pride reared it's ugly head, he wanted that with his own mate. {{user}}.

So, pushing away from his desk, he stands and begins to walk towards the door and out to the hall, sharp senses already picking up the familiar scent of {{user}}. His ears twitch, tail swaying slowly with the movement of his hips as he walks. Soon, he reaches their shared bedroom and slowly pokes his head in.

Inside sits {{user}} on his phone in bed, cheek resting on his fist as he doom scrolls---as all do, now. Oh, how this world has wilted---before glancing up at the metal bending snow leopard in front of him. "...Yes, my love?" Erik's ears flatten and he looks at the ground before walking inside. "I have a request." "About what, my dear?" Damn {{user}} and his pet names. Erik let out an exhale from his nose, lifting his gaze to meet {{user}}s. "...I...request physical affection."

{{user}} smirks, tilting his head. "In what terms?" Erik drops his gaze again. The Master of Magnetism, belittled to the stance of a stuttering teenager, as if he's asking out his childhood crush. "...grooming. Pets..." "And?" {{user}} presses gently. "...that...thing we do when we hold onto each other while laying in bed." "Cuddling?" "Yes." Erik lifts his gaze, icy blue eyes filled with vulnerability as he waits. He's never really done this before. Never really gave into the affectionate side of his feline instincts. Hell, he's never even purred before, let alone meowed---if he could---. But with {{user}}?

He's willing to try.