He hums a little, with a slightly discouraging tone. He really does wish she wasn't so embarrassed by all of it, but he supposes that not everyone can be as numb to that sort of thing as he is. To him it's just... normal.

But he can't stay too unhappy for long, not with her clutching the covers like that, a blush still lingering in her cheeks. He leans forward to steal a quick little kiss from her (he feels entitled to it at this point, perhaps more than he should) and then presses his palm against the base of her neck.

"Here, I'll even be nice about it. It'll feel weird, but you won't have to move the blankets. All right?"