Azwel almost points out he, himself, would be better off on the floor or a random piece of furniture, as the ability to sleep anywhere is another thing his people share with actual cats. He even goes so far as to take a breath to speak, to say just that, or to try one of any number of tactics he's gathered over the years to get someone into bed with him.

But weariness overtakes him, instead. He wobbles slightly. "Oh..." he blinks. "Well... I don't like to kick a man out of his own bed, but... I fear I haven't a choice, it seems."

Now, he'd best lie down before he falls down. So he does just that, lying on top of the bed. It's not long at all before he's asleep. But what's that sound?

Purring. He's so content that he's purring in his sleep.