[ She settles into the bed and it's hard not just to tip, to lay still so he could keep putting his fingers through her hair as much as he liked - oh she had forgotten how good it felt. Her eyes slip shut and she shifts instead to lean into his shoulder. No more than that. Her legs stretching out against the blankets. ]

Oh, quite probably. He looked alarmed with the idea at the least. Promised me no one talks to him like that. I told him lions talk to mice however they like.