"You were under the blankets..." It wasn't quite a question. Zephyr wondered where he would actually get with this argument.

If he wanted to get anywhere.

He was staring at Konoe licking his tail. This was probably rude-- definitely rude. And yet Zephyr couldn't look away. "How long've you been here?" he asked, pulling a question more or less at random from the general area of new person small talk. "...and do you need a comb?"