Wric doesn't want to move. He's happy being uncomfortable in the half off ground half on bed position he made himself sit in. He can't take the softness the other puts out though in retort to his own. It didn't feel right. She wasn't verbally jousting him, or challenging him. What got her mood to change? He wondered, but pushes that thought back as he uses furred hindlegs to push off ground with force, and stand upright. Left arm being rubbed gently by right hand as he frowns at her. "I was a real asshole earlier, you're right okay? I'm a total perv when it comes to you, but I mean..? Can you blame me for staring..?" His apology is sincere, but his joke is obvious as he grins from ear to ear.