Neville shook his head. "No," he told her. "Don't apologize. It's okay, I promise." He gave her a gentle smile so she'd know that he meant what he was saying.
He followed her to the bed and discarded his trousers along the way mostly because they'd be uncomfortable to keep wearing underneath the blankets. It also made it a little difficult to hide his arousal, but he doubted that Daisy was unaware of the involuntary reactions even before he'd ditched the trousers. He was fine pretending like there was nothing to hide as he curled in against her, sliding his arm around her shoulders.
When she called attention to his situation, Neville was pretty sure that he was the shade of a tomato all the way from his cheeks down to the top of his chest. "In front of you?" he asked before he could stop the words from slipping out.