"I was asking if you wanted the left or right. You picked left, and then came into my room," she laughs, squeezing him tight. "But if you changed your mind, I don't really care. It's cold anyway."

She does let go, though, fingers sliding along his sides as she disentangles herself. Messing with him like this is one of the easiest ways to get a rise out of him, after all. They'd had the one drunken night, and that was all, but she'd never let him forget it.