He's not expecting that, but he goes readily, even with some appreciation. It always takes Gregor a moment to internally get himself to relax enough to accept physical affection comfortably, a moment in which he lets down his habitual poise. But once he does there's nothing awkward or tentative about it; he curls around him willingly.

"For you, I'll make time," he says softly, letting the sappiness of it linger a moment before pushing on with more rueful humor. "Fundamentally ridiculous as I feel establishing a time for you to report to me on scandalous galactic sex practices." Gregor feels extremely Barrayaran at the moment.