[ Awake Aster? Would have gotten nowhere near this conversation, probably having long ago turned it to something about paperwork and a healthy breakfast and such. ]

[ Dream Aster? He'll move around the table at that little crook of Lupine's finger and get tugged in, catching a hand on the futon below him to put himself nose-to-nose with his temporary master. There's a flush over his face and the tips of his ears, but even so he manages to steadily get out: ]

That sounds like quite the bad habit... But perhaps it's not too bad to indulge now and then.