There it was, oh, good. Huffing another breath as her eyes close, pleased that he found a nice spot. Now that he was busy doing what she has politely requested, she leans.

Nosing at him, his shirt, jacket, taking in the different scents on him. Was there a pocket? There should be a pocket for food. What else was the point of pockets? Trying to press her nose into any nook and cranny she can find.

Give the nibbles, please.