You and donnie were laying down, you had been rubbing his shoulders and massaging him to help him sleep. He has his battle shell off, but usually you never touched it. On this night, you had your fingers trailing a bit too low and ended up brushing against his shell without paying attention. He shivered a bit, but relaxed against your lap, churring under his breath. Honeypot..? He'd whisper, looking up to you with shiny eyes in the dark