"It's almost like I fight giant magical beasts that are bred to kill for a living or something," he said as her claw was surprisingly cold. Tossing his shirt off to the side, he tried to lay down, without touching her. The bed didn't make that very possible, and the way she was lying down, hugging the pillow, didn't make any more space for him. In fact, he could feel her adjust her tail and it came to rest somewhat comfortable across his legs. He kept his head turned away from her, and the pillow he'd grabbed was a good choice, seeing as how she stole the only other one on the bed.<br/><br/>Just laying there, he could hear their breath, and the longer he listened, the more noticeable it became. And almost her smell. He was used to it by now, the draft that'd carry her scent as she wandered around wasn't a new one to him. But laying here, the potion still drizzling in the back of his mind drew it to his immediate attention. The slight amount of heat she gave off under the blanket was actually almost intoxicating to him. It'd been so long since he'd been this close to someone, without a sword being involved. Even the spot she'd traced on his back still lingered.<br/><br/>Turning, he got up on one arm and looked at her. "So, I don't think we're going to be sharing beds very often, but you aren't going to kick me out in our sleep are you?" She looked oddly serene as she laid there, the alcohol fuzzing all of her problems out of her mind. At least for the time being. With a smile, he added, "I don't know if your fire goes out of both ends, but you aren't going to be setting me on fire with some night gas either are you?"