Irked as he was that he couldn't just start peeling Poe's clothes off here, Armitage nodded in response to the question. "Yeah, yeah I do.."
And yet, he didn't immediately move to get up. Instead, he leaned back against the mattress, pulling Poe with him. He just wanted to kiss. Wanted to feel Poe's stubble against his skin, wanted to give his husband a proper good morning since he bitchily hadn't responded to the pilot when he'd first entered the room. And for a moment there, it seemed like he might have been able to get another five minutes of canoodling.
A very short-lived notion. The cat had indeed wedged his way between them again, those claws kneading at Armitage's shirt; something that Armitage for sure was not used to and briefly freaked him out.
Those green eyes lifted with evident irritation, looking up at Poe. Way to ruin the mood, General. He finally moved to get up. "There better be a way to teach him not to do that." There probably wasn't. And Armitage was going to have to learn to live with it.