*The whistle doesn't startle him, exactly, but his gaze snaps to it, over his shoulder, and his body tenses against hers. When he realizes what it is, he relaxes again, pulling away from her to remove it from the burner and turn the burner off.*

The sofa? I -- no. Please. It would be nice to sleep together. It has been lonely at home; it's only that I am not used to being touched so much anymore.