If you can find a way to get a bed passed the concierge, please, by all means. [ He sounds delighted by Arthur's reaction as much as he is by the bed, humming a little as he relishes in the sheets, the feel of soft linen. ] But if the bed's too good how am I going to get you out of it?

[ Curling into his side and walking two fingers across Arthur's stomach. ] Not that I'd mind at all.