[A twitterpated grin finds its way to his faceplate with the hug. A strong arm wraps delicately around her waist, keeping her close. The quiet hum of his core spins up for a moment before settling again, as stable and strong as ever.]

Oh, I think we can keep The Stripe busy if he decides to stick his nose where it's liable to get paste on it. I like the cats on the paper just fine without addin' real life whiskers to'em.

[If he were a vengeful 'bot he might entertain the thought that it'd serve him right for climbing up him all the time and snaring his clothes.

If he were a vengeful 'bot.

He isn't, of course, and so the thought never crosses his headwiring.]

Tell you what, we'll go out and find him a new toy to keep him occupied. Sound good?