Ray was standing with his mouth on the little table, his top lip covering the corner. When he heard me come up behind him, he stood very still, his lip still resting peacefully on the wood as if he always used that spot as a lip-rest. I stood behind him for a minute, watching. Ray stood stock- still, only his oh-so-mobile eyebrows doing a nervous jig on his forehead and giving him away.
After the minute, just to show me that he might, in fact, use this exact spot as a lip-rest again, since he obviously found it completely comfortable, Ray removed his lip and sauntered away.