Jessica snorted and shoved Tony in the chest. No one should have to endure Hulk's (probably biohazardous) flatulence, or even think about it. "Maybe I should have tried the garage first," she considered, remembering that she was a lot warmer than he was probably, surely Tony could feel the heat radiating off her. She abandoned the pajama pants a long time ago, a realization she could do nothing about now as she laid there. Cold suited her better. Jessica lifted her head and pulled her hair onto one shoulder, then looked up at him and shrugged. "Why don't you ever sleep in here?" she asked, because that seemed more important a question than why she was doing the job for him. "I imagine it'd be nice to come to this after a long night of work."