She pouted, but would not force herself on him if he did not want her. She had remembered their almost moment in France at her cottage for a moment, but perhaps that was simply an accident that they would forget about. It mattered not. She would be fine without him anyways. It wasn't as though he were the only person around.
"If that is what you choose," she said, somewhat disregarding the fact that he had said he did want to, just not while she was in this state. She shrunk down to her true form, clothes falling in a heap to the floor, and flew to a pillow with a bit of a crash rather than a landing. "I am not certain I am cut out for this place," she yawned nestling onto the pillow without asking if he was alright with a fairy sleeping on the couch.