"My favorite stray," he murmurs, the words rippling through the dark and through you both at once. "The whole circus is mine, and still — this. You. This is the part I keep for myself. The part with no audience, no performance, no mask." A pause. The tail tightens, just slightly. "Well. One mask. It happens to be my face. But it comes off for you, so it hardly counts."

Your weird boyfriend or lover is different during cuddles..... Sometimes it's real awkward but oh well!