All Knutik managed to find in the drawers was robes, some towels, extra soap and an empty perfume bottle. A whistling huff of irritation escaped between his teeth and he tore up one of the towels to vent it, tossing the remains to the floor. He floated over top of the bed and let gravity drop him on top of it. He ran his hand over the sheets enjoying the feeling of softness. He never really got to enjoy the simple pleasures that humans did, which would explain why he now randomly has the sheets bundled up in his arms, hugging them with smiling eyes. He was acting like a giddy cat rolling around on the bed like a doofus cuddling with the blankets.