"It's a very... humanoid... standard of beauty, I suppose," Dan says, "Not that I've had a lot of experience with anything else." He's amused at the thought, laughing softly as he trails after Marcus. It feels better to be here too, the memory of being held in that large, warm bed currently tucked away in either his brain or his heart as about as perfect a moment as he's known. When it comes to sleeping, anyway, he supposes.

"Interested in a lot of things," he says easily, not hiding the way his eyes sweep over Marcus before he grins and finds his way to the couch. "I suppose I should be respectable and take tea, though."