[Gives him an entirely soppy, dopey smile when he draws back. Don't mind him, just hearts flying out of him.]
Perfect. [Glances around, briefly, finally noting that the wolf's left in a huff and then turns back to Keith with a dumb smile.]
Make room, baby. [Wolfie got to flop, and now it's his turn to flop-- climbing up onto the couch and, indeed, flopping on him a little (gently!) to kiss him some more.]