Tch. [He has such a valid point but she has the bluff to meet it.
She does take his hand, awkwardly finding her footing post-gasm and trying not to seem like a newborn fawn while doing so.] I want you on the bed, mmkay?
[She leans into whisper this into the shell of his ear, careful to breath right down his neck.] On your back, so I can see that pretty face.