But then there would be no room for me in our bed.

[ He ignores his flush. He also ignores how easily those words had come to him.

Matthias peers down at her, shaking his head slightly. He doesn't try and stop smiling—it's near impossible not to. Perhaps playing her as her husband isn't such a bad role after all. ]

There's hardly any room for me now on the pillow. Your hair takes up all the space.

[ And it had, once. In a dank whale hut. ]