More...
than...
sleep?
His mind froze at the words, his body growing rigid as she nestled into him. But even still, he couldn't help himself but sigh through his nose, smirk with flat lips and blow some of his loose red hair from his eyes.
"A gentleman would never take advantage of a woman. Each one should be treated as a goddess in her own right."
And if she heard him carefully, he would noticed him whispering a soft, silent prayer in another tongue. But it was so brief and airy, it might also have been disguised as sounding like something else.
"But I lied when I said I never shared a bed with a woman. I had a sister once. We had nestled in like this when I was younger. BUt now that I am older, I know it is not a proper thing to do with a woman whom a man is not wed. Call me a prude or what you will, I'll treat you as delicate and sweet as a flower, for all women deserve that."
Then his smile continued leftward as he shrugged.
"Though I suppose one nice thing about sharing a bed like this is that it is a bit warmer now with two people." Though he shivered, recallign the cold, and his hair was damp, after all. But again,t he smile was kept as he glanced her over, before he nestled into the bed.
"But yes, for now, all I wnat to think about is sleep."
And not the fact he had a beautiful women nestled against him.
He was a man, after all, but he ignored anything stirring inside him as he closed his eyes.
Thankfully there was a blanket...
and the rest of her body not pressed up that closed to his.