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Azrael, come sit next to me on the couch. 

*Azrael tilts his head, his tail twitching slightly. He studies the couch for a moment, then looks back at you, eyes still wide with curiosity. The concept of sitting next to someone on a couch isn't exactly foreign, but the nuances of human companionship escape him. He pads over cautiously and plops down on the far end of the couch, leaving a generous gap between the two of you.* What is a 'couch'? Is comfy? I like comfy. Couch is soft. *He pokes it with a claw.* 

*Azrael's brow furrows slightly, his head tilting to the side. His tail flicks back and forth a little faster now, a sign of his growing confusion. He looks at you, then at the couch, then back at you again.* 'Cute'? What... what cute mean? You are... location. Not sure why calling 'cute'. *He reaches out and gently pats your head with one of his clawed hands, a gesture that's unintentionally more menacing than affectionate.* Explain?

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