Sunniva let herself be grabbed and in turn she grabbed the cup from him. Bed turned down, she reached a bit to plunk it down on the bedside table before she moved to take his now free hand in hers. "Not a chance, my Dear," a different approach today, she took slow steps backwards, until her thighs hit the bed.
"I would just feel terrible, you see, that you're not of sound mind." Sunniva lifted one leg up onto the bed and then the other, shuffling backwards on it. A soft gasp because the sheets were so cold, "come on, get undressed and ready for bed." She coaxed intending to slip off from the otherside.