Carson followed behind you into the room and leaned his front on your back, wrapping his arms loosely aroung your neck as he watched you undress. the sell of musk, sweat, and cologne filled his nostrils causing him to purr. he rested his chin on your shoulderblade, letting out a soft "Soon.." when you told him to go to bed. He wanted to see where the night would take them without having to interfere, but oh how impatient he was...