Oh bother, he was moving. Aveline whined slightly, cracking an eye open to look up at him before she grumbled and closed her eyes again. Still, she lifted her head and looked at him, blinking slowly before she puffed out her cheeks and shifted where she lay. "Of course," she leaned back slightly and lifted her eyebrows.
When he got closer to her face she didn't move away. Instead she pressed her cold fingertips to his throat and just tilted her head slightly. " Well, you're a priest," she stared, voice husky from her desire to simply sleep, "we've been married for a little bit and you haven't even made a move on me. My mother gave me a talk before we set out, something about how any man worth his salt would consummate as soon as possible," then she looked at him through her eyelashes, "I figured, since you weren't interested in me at all then you were... Avoiding it. Until you had to." Aveline shrugged and closed her eyes again.
"It's okay," She pat his chest and yawned again, nuzzling against his shoulder, "I don't expect much."