"I'm sure she'd try, but perhaps not as effectively as you."

Lancelot shuffles to lay down again, trying to keen his even breathing and slow -- idly fussing to smooth out his t-shirt where's ridden up from all the blind wriggling about.

"You shouldn't keep her shut out. She'll be worried. Let her in and just keep her off the mattress. She'll calm down after a minute or two. Her bed is in here anyway. If you're going to stay in here and fuss over me we may as well all be in the same place."