[The lazy movements on his head lull Toby into comfort and security, and he practically snuggles up, feeling good and cozy against the werewolf. He lets out a quiet hum before speaking.]

Mmm, yeah... he is. No worries, Drew; you are definitely number one on that list.

[He takes a deep breath and sits in pleasant silence for some moments until he pulls up his device.]

That reminds me, I didn't get something you wrote in the messages—who's Britney?

[That's so 90s, like Toby has any clue.]