"You might with how warm you are," he admits, and shifts to toe off his shoes so he can swing his legs up onto the sofa properly. "Which means you'll have to poke me awake when the food arrives. Luckily I can't reach my drink from here now anyway without pushing you off."

Which he doesn't particularly feel like doing. His lips twitch in amusement.

"I don't think I ever pictured you as the cuddling type. I suppose I assumed you tolerated it from me."