Licyn, lifting his head when the pushing continues, twists one ear toward Izumi, listening to his sleep mutters. He doesn't bother moving, either, since with the other man bracing against his bulk, they're both shifting away from the centre of the sleeping mat. The only one losing is the one without fur, though the prodding is a minor annoyance.

He stretches out his neck, huffing at Izumi's whatever-is-close-enough, then lathing over exposed skin with his tongue.

You have no room for complaint, those are mutters of nightmares, love, and that's all that was stalking after me in the halls.

He thumps his tail against the floor/mat with a thud.