"It'd be your only chance to lay me in any sort of position." He answers back. There's even a ghost of a smirk to go with the innuendo. It's odd, this little atmosphere that's sprung between them, that means his soul-baring is letting him feel steadier instead of more intensely vulnerable. He never thought she'd have it in her to make him think she might be trustworthy.

He jerks his head over to his pillows.

"You can lie there if you're tired. I'm not going to sleep just yet." There's a tenseness to him as he makes the offer. He doesn't want to have to beg if he doesn't have to.