[Okay, slowing down acknowledged. The singing does not stop, though, like Vash thinks it might. Instead, Ain parses the squirmy trying-to-cover-up as Vash is cold now? And so he brings his wings in to wrap around them both. And the couch, because there's no way they can't kind of drape over the back of it.

Then, he very happily just lays against the guy's chest for a spell, trailing his fingers over the scars within his reach.]

Pretty...

[Ain has no concept of "these can be manifestations of physical trauma they're not pretty", he just has a certain sentimental attitude about them. They're a mark of surviving, and they tell stories, and he also likes that Vash is cool enough to have survived all this.

He snuggles in closer.]

Ahhh, I'm sorry. You're so attractive, I sort of lost myself. I like how vocal you are. [Said the bird.] I'll behave, I promise.