[North doesn't have much more hair on his face than normal, and when York presses up cheek to cheek it tickles and makes a deep, rumbling chuckle bubble up from his chest.]

I guess you don't get the extended warranty on your joints, hm?

[Even as his hand obligingly slides down York's spine, ever-careful of his new claws as he scritches through the thick fur all over York's body.]

This fur is so soft, what did you do, wash your body with conditioner this morning?

[The question is teasing, though he's careful to say "this fur" and not "your fur."]