Ren just pouts in reply, like a cat with water dumped on it, but otherwise doesn't complain. Instead, he watches Kaph get comfy, and, in his own drug-addled state, contemplates cuddling him. After all, Kaph patted him, so that must be okay? Maybe?

So, he wriggles closer, and his pout fades away in favor of a little smile.

"Well then, I suppose I can't be mad at that."

By the time he stops wriggling closer, there's a pillow and a half of distance between them.