"Cats don't compromise." Offhand and easy, masks set aside in favor of...basking? Basking. In kitten snores, tiny mews, and the swath of warmth that is Bull on one side and Dorian on the other. "They huff, pout, and scream until they get their way. Like a needy significant other. A very needy significant other."

So, apparently- like Dorian. High maintenance, which he can see. Tony cracks an eye open in time to catch a flicker of something on Dorian's face but- it's not weird yet. He doesn't think it's weird yet, they're all adults, they're all comfortable, they're all fine, right? Right.

"Well. He is." A beat, he tips his face up to Bull, blinking. "You are. Had me pegged within, what, five seconds of meeting me? I'm not used to that."