Pema glanced at the Prof again, his ears twitching as he murmured something in his sleep.
"Aww, look at him and his cute little ears, Salem." She held her cheeks and smiled. The mere sight of the sleeping Professor warmed her heart. "So adorable and small, he's just so... ahh! Just the cutest!" She squealed and sat next to him on the bed.
Pema shifted the Prof on her lap and cradled him in her arms. "I wanna cuddle him and squeeze him and call him George!" She chirped happily, lightly kissing his forehead.
"... Remember what Riagan said. Be carefully not to rub cold flesh, else you may harm it... but wait, why George?" Salem stated, against his better judgement.
"Umm, well, he kind of looks like one, don't you think?" She bounced the Prof on one knee and hugged him. "And don't worry, I'll be gentle!"