This is what I call the “Beacon of Love” face. You can’t tell from this photo, but the love seat is next to the staircase. Mr. Beaks perches himself on that love seat every day and waits for me to finish showering and dressing upstairs.
Proof: see photo taken from above and through the railing. Note that groovy 1960s avacado green carpet. I really have to to get rid of that.