[ it takes him a moment when he's pulled in close and feels the prickle of facial hair against his skin. his breath slows, a thready laugh leaving him as he realizes the headlock is gone.

but upon closer inspection now that they're both stilled, the man isn't bad looking by any means. (the peacock is full of way too many good-looking people, it can't be real...) and the way arms go around his waist earns a little curious noise as he finds purchase threading through hair. this is not the worst place he's woken up, not by a long shot. considering how comfortably warm he is right now, he thinks maybe running away can wait. ]

This is already a huge improvement, how's that? And I need... [ he'll endure the shame: ] ... your name. Think I'm still waking up...

[ smoooooth. ]