His laugh's a touch louder this time, though it cracks midway through. "I can help with that," he says.

Taking a moment to rearrange his legs, he lays down to curl up next to Louis. At the foot of the bed, the bird gives itself a full-body shake, ending with a few vigorous flaps of its wings, before flopping on the quilt with another huff.

It supposes you can stay, Louis. This time. But no funny business.