Feeling Vincent shift, Isabel glanced back and then her body followed her eyes as she tumbled into the bed, letting out a squeak. She reached down, trying to pry Vincent's hand off of her slip as she chuckled. "Vincent...it's past two, we should get up...I want to go see my mum today," she said, her voice soft. There was no point in arguing with him if he was grumpy, but it was well past time for at least Isabel to get up. It was warm enough in here without her. He could manage.