[Dohalim sighs softly at the small signs of affection; the gentle brush of lips against his skin, and the welcomed warmth of being pressed against Zhongli. there's a reluctance of letting go of the deity, his arms that had wrapped around the other's shoulders as he was taken to bed tighten ever so slightly. ah, it really does seem that he's so attached to the god that this could become a problem if the corruption were to twist it, but... he wants Zhongli by his side. especially with the loss of someone he thought he could trust, Dohalim feels he needs that sort of security. and he likes having him close.

but rest is also something he should do, and that means actually settling into bed]

If you don't mind... Your tail...

[he's a little apprehensive about asking for Zhongli's tail (something he's still getting accustomed to seeing), but it does provide some sort of comfort for him. perhaps it really is the weight of it, or maybe it's something else, but the fact remains: he wants it wrapped around him for when he fades into sleep]