Lunarette has grown accustom to carrying Kliss into bed like her personal teddy bear, but he's anything but a cuddly toy.
Often times he complains of her great weight shifting on him, making it hard to breathe, or that it's just too much heat generated while she sleeps, but whining about it is usually enough to fix things up, curiously. After a wink and a pat of his head from Luna he finds his annoyances less bothersome somehow and can find occasional, actual rest alongside her.
But most the time, as he isn't much for sleeping long, he'll spend his time thinking, concocting his next scheme, and when finished he lets her body act as his reward for crafting such a good plot.
"I've not seen such curly white tufts between a woman's legs before."
He'd comment while exploring between her legs. Luna isn't one to easily wake during the early hours far into slumber but the wet sound of Kliss's fingers prying her open is a rare thing that would get her eyes to flutter open in a dreamy haze. From here, it's easy to tell where the two venture towards next.
(It's sex.)