"Oi, smartass. You aren't out of the doghouse yet. I'd mind your barks if I were you. And it's not wrong, it's just ... different." Though it did seem wrong to her as well.
Lily sighed and managed to unwind herself from the chair, gaining her feet slowly. "You would not. You'd be scared of what I'd do to you in your sleep. You can have the couch, bad dog."
She rolled her shoulders and stretched, and was glad she'd eaten earlier. She thought she'd just try to get up early and shower before work; she was too drained to manage it now. "See you in the morning, yeah?" If she was lucky ... there'd be some word in the morning that James had arrived. She just ... didn't think they were that lucky.