[It wasn't locked until half an hour ago, actually, when she crawled into bed. And only then it was because the lack of security unnerved her, not that she really got to sleep anyway, rather than any sad attempt to lock him out. She had that funny feeling that locks weren't really a challenge to him.
She doesn't turn over, but she uncurls from the way she's laying to straighten her legs a little. Giving in, she lifts her chin just a little to peer over her shoulder. Good evening to you too. Tiredly:] Boots in the bedroom, really...?