Luka doesn't mind, but isn't expecting the avalanche of bedding to come down on him when it does. He gasps quietly in surprise, but transitions into a gentle laugh as he settles in underneath it all.

"Yes, the floor is unbearable." He says, poking his head out from the blankets. Luka flops dramatically onto Gyre, burying his face comfortably in his chest, clearly very pleased.

"I guess I'm left with no other choice."