"My bed is indeed far more comfortable. I do not take to sleeping upon my couch very often but when I do my back yells at me for doing so," he said with a bit of a laugh. "Hurt? It is nothing but truth and you can not be angry about it, no matter how nice your toes have been. They are bloody icicles, Fletcher. It as if blood decides to stop circulating past your ankles," he said with a laugh, a true laugh, of which he needed so desperately after the emotional display of earlier.
"Ah, then I do not need to worry for his feelings on appearances," he assessed, nodding his head as he crossed his arms. "Perhaps one day that will change. As it is, I am still interested in meeting the Tiger in the future. Perhaps we can arrange a night where I can do as such and you can meet the dear lady who has stolen my affections as of late?"