He looked over himself, feeling sore, muscles tight and trying to relax. It was difficult to relax around her. If he did as she asked maybe he got away unscathed, but something told him not to bet on it. He closed his eyes as his head continued to pound and he held himself upright ready to fall back on the bed. "I'm surprised you don't have me tied to the bed." She seemed to always like him better when he had no control of his extremities.