"Yep," he agreed, and he was possibly entirely too chipper for this early in the morning. "S'early. An' we both smell like girl-sex, which I just decided is the best damn smell ever, and good moooorning."

He was wiggling. It was not a seductive wiggle. It was an 'omfg my ponytail and a snuggly Rikku and yaaaaaaaaay best week ever' wiggle.

Close enough.