Felix wraps both arms around the squirmy lump, still laughing helplessly as he tries to coax it out of his shirt (or, if nothing else, try to stop it from going any further down his shirt). "Out," he wheezes, "c'mon -- "

The lump surges back up toward the collar, and a second later, the cub's head reemerges. Felix gasps a breath, grinning, as the two stare at one another.

Then the cub leans in and licks Felix's nose, snuggling more firmly against him.