One amber-colored eye peeks halfway open at the sound of Reiner's voice, taking in that little smile. He'd started to stir when he felt the chair he'd claimed move. Thankfully, he hasn't been sat on this time, and this big guy looked to be one of the nice ones.

Regretfully, the sun had moved. A yawn followed a stretch, tiny claws digging into the seat cushion and equally tiny - but no less sharp - teeth could be seen. Still sleepy, Natsume moved more on reptilian instinct. It was strongest when he wasn't entirely awake.

He was cold, and his senses told him there was a source of warmth nearby. Naturally, he was going to be drawn to it. That was all it took for the scaly noodle to crawl on all fours toward Reiner, wings briefly fluttering to help him bridge the gap between one chair and the next.

The new spot had been chosen, with Natsume not hesitating at all to curl up to soak in the new heat source. This was his lap now.

"More comfortable here," he mumbled.