She can't help the soft intake of breath at the way he burrows closer, a faint, almost kittenish noise escaping her; clearly one of enjoyment and not of objection, causing a little shudder to run through her at the contact -- both the unfamiliar press of the arc reactor and the more familiar beginnings of morning wood against her thigh. An embarrassed blush rises to her cheeks both at the little noise she made and the way her nipples tighten into hard peaks involuntarily at it all. She prays it's not noticeable as she struggles to collect her wits and instill some balance into the situation.

"Good morning," she returns, voice only slightly shaky. She clears her throat delicately to get rid of the wobble. "How'd you sleep?"

She's hoping the best way to handle with this is to just not make a big deal out of it. They're both consenting adults with no significant others, nobody's being hurt by a little unwitting snuggling. Right?