[ A mild laugh escapes him at the press of Erik's face, a bit of hair and the small puffs of breath enough to tickle the sensitive nerves. A faint squirm is given in return before he settles himself, doing his best to be understanding of Erik's dilemma even when the feline had been nothing other than a domesticated angel to the rest of the household. Another, shorter laugh at the trace of his hand-- his own occupying Erik's hair, stroking through it and mussing it this way and that. It doesn't matter as they're both in bed and there is no need for the social nicety of being well groomed. ] Yes, that much is true. [ He lifts his head from the pillow just enough to plant a soft kiss to Erik's temple. ]

Though neither of us can stay up forever so perhaps we ought to attempt sleep before deciding that it's not going to work, hm? [ A brief second kiss before he drops his head back down. The pillow gives a protesting little 'omph' as the air is pressed out of it and Charles' own hair sprawls wildly. ]