[There's a small pinch at his ear that makes him shudder with delight, the sensation made better by Noiz rubbing up against him. It's a warm, wonderful feeling that would have made a younger Worick melt, but he's older now, and he remains steadfast. Enough to squeeze Noiz again. Encouragingly, even.]

Mm. No. But you were so adamant that I get up and leave you be, I have to wonder what made you change your mind, y'know?

[He cranes his neck one way, allowing Noiz more working room, so to speak, if he so wishes.]

...not that I'm complainin'. In fact, I'm thinkin' we should get back in the bed...