"I could say the same," she murmurs, her smile loose and relaxed as they make their way toward the bed in something of a slow shuffle, moving together. They have to, anyway, for this portion and for what comes next. One misstep here and they'll trip over each other's feet, but something tells her that won't happen. They're taking this slowly, but not so slowly that she's impatient about getting there, although she is the one who makes contact with the bed first, leaning back and pulling away from him when the backs of her legs hit the edge of the mattress, laying out on the bed and waiting for him to follow. The temptation to shrink beneath his gaze is there. She's more exposed lying here in front of him than she was standing earlier, pressed up against him with more under his fingertips than visible to the eye, but she doesn't shy away, her dark eyes meeting his and holding his gaze steadily as she shifts back toward the head of the bed and the pillows there.