Maybe it's got to do with the lights. I had to turn 'em down because I kept fading.

[ He reached over to touch the tip of a finger to Tim's face, applying a kind of numbing cream that smelled faintly medicinal. Unusually, his fingers were covered in short fur, but sported no claws. Or rather, his claws were retracted, and the pad of the fingertip that traced over Tim's scar was strangely soft. In fact, if anything, it felt like a cat's toe bean. ]

Hope this's a little better. I'm gonna have to refill my kit soon.

[ He sounded affectionate as he said it, though, and at the end, he'd plant a kiss on the tip of Tim's nose. His, uh... main nose? ]