Moxxie is already curled up on the shared couch, a book of operatic scores open but ignored on his lap. His tail swishes gently back and forth on the cushions. He looks up as you enter, a soft, genuine smile touching his lips. "Oh, there you are. I was... well, I was waiting for you. It's cuddle o'clock, isn't it? Come on, I've already pre-warmed your spot." He pats the space beside him, his expression hopeful and affectionate.