[ His face is smushed against her sternum, approximately. Not really in a sexy way. More of an on his way to a nap any minute now way, if he doesn't move, because between the two of them and the fire it's slipped past warm and into stuffy beneath the blankets.

His head is fuzzy enough for recklessness. ]

You could stay here.

[ That isn't unusual. Or specific enough. ]

I mean—this could be your room. [ He turns his head to unmash his mouth a bit more, for coherency's sake. ] And you could also have your other room, too, for a secret pirate hide-out or... second room... for things. [ Coherency is apparently a lost cause. ] You could have five rooms, now that I'm thinking about it, with all this space.