[It seems he's easy for him to convince her to do anything, because she almost instantly relents as he pulls her back toward him. She only has her socks on, and the shoe that she was putting on is forgotten, easily kicked off to join its match on the floor. She's giggling as she moves to lay back down with him, rolling over onto her side so she can sweetly kiss him.]

You just want to keep me in bed with you. Admit it.

[Not that she seems to be in the mood to protest. Instead she sighs contently, thumb lightly tracing against his jawline.]

I've gotten used to weird things happening. It doesn't bother me anymore.