[ Matt has managed to completely forget about offers of food, so a hint of surprise makes it through his comfortable tone as he answers, ] Oh. Yeah, I'd love to.

And honestly, I don't really wanna move right now.

[ One of Matt's hands is more or less pinned between them, which is always the way when you cuddle at this angle. The other is preoccupied with the line where snake-scales start to give way to soft skin. His fingertips brush from texture to texture, as if he hopes to gain some secret knowledge through the pads of his fingers.

Knowing him, he probably does. ]

I remember when I was a squid thing ... or, had squid limbs? The scales were kind of rough and nubbly.

Yours are a lot nicer.