Felih's eyes catch the flirtatious wiggles of Shiro's tail, and his eyes glint with mischief and intrigue. Oh? Was Shiro making a move on him? Did he even realize what his body was doing? It made Felih purr louder and grin, leaning forward to nuzzle their noses together in a Miqo'te greeting.

"How fun! I'm so very out of the loop lately when it comes to news. I keep getting wrapped up in my scientific endeavors," he chirps, laughing softly, before Shiro's offer for a wrestle (and accompanied with that smirk-!) makes Felih's cheeks go dark and his eyes go wide.

"No, no need to wrestle," Felih laughs, a bit breathless from being caught off-guard. "I'd lose, with your strength and size. But I'll happily cuddle now that I know what's going on," he chirps, before draping himself over the other man playfully, becoming dead weight against him.