Zoe didn't budge but folded her hands on her stomach, a small vain attempt at hiding some skin. "You would be." she nodded, "If you didn't weigh a ton. And I wouldn't have minded.. but somebody shot me and I can't have a two ton blanket on me right now." and she gave him a pointed look.
She grinned, she couldn't help it, she could never help it, damn him. "I know you do.. but if you get more than kisses you might die and then I'd be sad.. for like.." she wrinkled her nose, "..at least five whole seconds. And then I'd have to get rid of the body.. and I'm injured and you're heavy.. too much work." she waved her hand like it was just too exhausting to think about.