"Oh, god..." He's picturing it and actually shuddering before he can stop himself, blinking his head clear a second later. Okay, this is awkward and all, but. That does actually make him feel better. "I prefer not to sleep next to someone who can strangle me with her thighs."

There's a beat, he almost took it back just as quickly, but they have to sleep in the same bed if they're going to convince anyone, right? Not to mention for actual practical... purposes. A tiny scrap of his smile remains as he regards the coffee maker by way of staring at her (still). "Pour me a cup?" The please is heavily implied by his batting eyelashes ok.