They have, he thinks, with just a touch of amusement, trapped one another into a game of communication chicken. None of them can refuse to try, without making a hypocrite of themselves for demanding others do so.

"Warm, sleepy, and as though I know why the cats enjoy your company," he says, voice soft and maybe a little slurry. It is, somehow, still carrying the faintest touch of dry humor. That isn't a good answer for the mentally though and that he just - "...Like I love you?"

Yes, he does think there is a right answer and he should find it.