Catherine just rolled her eyes at the idea of records literally singing her to sleep when he had lost the fucking player needle in the first place. It had been so long since she'd just lay on him that she was enjoying just that simple contact - the beat of his heart under her chest, the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing, the vibration whenever he spoke... She needed that.
And she loved making him blush, making him embarrass himself with his attempts at dirty talk. He wasn't old like some of the idiotic public in Colorado had thought but it was still funny as hell that he was so easy to embarrass with sexuality. Oh... Well, she was all for both of those ideas. Such a good, willing man to put up with her demands.
"I'm... All for all of that. Once you're better, though. As much as the idea of sitting on your face is appealing," she snorted slightly at the vulgarness of the phrase, "I'd rather not start something we can't entirely finish right now."