He finds he likes a cold nose against his neck in a strange, snuffly kind of way, but dog tongues on his face are not something he can appreciate too much; he turns his face away, laughing slightly as he hides himself away on Watson's chest, but the licks continue against the back of his neck, and that is strangely ticklish. The clear solution is to sit, and he pushes himself up, sitting on his heels so he doesn't place undue weight on Watson's thighs.

"Yes, hello, Nell." He rubs at her ears, and she is mostly delighted that she has received her invitation to this cuddle party. "Nell and I would never ask you to shave your moustache, we assure you. That would be a kind of naked that I'm not sure I would like on you."