"You could take one," he points out, even as his own eyes slip shut at the feeling of fingers in his hair. He might even be convinced to take one with Eliot, though there's not really room for him right here. Eliot's bed is pretty nice, though, and he wouldn't mind relocating for that purpose.

At the question, though, he opens his eyes again because for some reason, the humans taking care of him usually prefer he look at them when talking about things like this. (The fact that he's lied to Julia before and had to be dragged to a vet when his mental state took a sharp downturn might have something to do with it.) "Lot of people downstairs," he admits.