He shook his head now as if disappointed that she didn't just lean into it. He couldn't fault her for wanting a comfortable bed given all that she had been through and the fact that her head could roll thanks to magical dream decapitations of the past. "I suppose you have a good excuse why you need to preserve your bed. The last thing anyone needs to have to come and assist you in finding your head after its rolled somewhere inconvenient."

He shrugged his shoulders, figuring that it would be. "A powerful entity having a temper tantrum for not getting their way? That would never happen," he remarked dryly.