He smiles, then shoves the covers back down over her head.

"Comfortable would be laying next to you, I think." Honest, but more meant to tease her. He scoots out from under the sheets anyway (Euri managed to steal most of the proper covers while they were both asleep), sitting up against his wall instead. It's cold, and he can feel the lines where the wall has been gouged out against his back. He can count his vertebrae. It wakes him up.

Still, he rests his hands on his knees and leans over so that there is no real loss of space between the two of them. "I can see why you've gone and hogged the blankets, though. You're barely dressed yourself."