No arguments coming from the alien. He wakes up, lavender eyes blinking widely as he gently prods the other creature with his mandibles, but otherwise he decides that he’d rather continue his nap than disturb the newcomer (who is pleasantly warm, much like himself).

Aeneas readjusts himself on the cushion, long, snake-like body curling around the fellow alien as he resumes his slumber. He trills pleasantly before his eyes close again.