Circe looked down at her chest, "Funny ain't what most guys'd call havin' me shove their face inta my bossom," she smiles as she looks up at John, "Guess I have inoculated ya with constant exposure."
Circe laughs lightly, "What can I say? I like ta cuddle up with folks. Ain't done that since my old motley," she frowns at that but covers it up by rubbing her forehead. The pain is still there but not so bad to make her do that, "Hangovers. Thanks fer bein' a good cuddle bug."
She hums in thought as she tries to figure out what John said. "Best and boy are the first and third," her ears twitch as she deduces at the second word. "And mirror, so sleepy Circe musta recognized you. Uh, then didn't, casuse eatin' hair isn't a kink I'm inta. Also hope it ain't an actual kink out there," given the Internet is probably was. Her nose twitched, "That's a familiar salty tomato smell, oh hey! Good choice. Thanks fer makin' breakfast roomie. Anything ya want me ta do fer ya? More cuddles maybe?"