He wouldn't have minded pressing her into the mattress and making love to her - but the fact that her pre-emptive rejection doesn't kill his need is enough for him to know that it's not that he wants to comfort her, he simply wants to sink into her to distract himself from all the complications she's thrown up with their mutual drugging and her revelations.

And so he averts his eyes politely and passes her the pyjama top to button on, a mild smile forming on his face as he tucks all the selfishness away.

"In which case, when I cook a pizza, I'll be sure make it greasy." He strokes her hair again, tucking a lock behind her ear. "You've been incredibly brave tonight. Thank you."

"I should clean the bathroom. Stay here. You deserve the rest." And go for a walk perhaps, clear his head somewhere away from her.