For all that people keep telling him that, he still has such a hard time believing it, even with Milla right up against him, smiling and looking right into his eyes. "Artollo wath a fuck up," he mutters helplessly, not even minding when one of the kittens crawls about on his lap like it's new territory.

This is getting into very strange and emotionally open territory. It's not a proper pile, but it is full of cushions and two cats, so is that the same thing? Maybe he should learn more about humans besides the bare minimum. Still awkward, he asks, "You papped me when I... came back. Are you trying to... 'rail me?"