The twin bed thing might have to be rethought. Still, they were wide at least, and at the moment he was more worried about being careful than devout romanticisim.
Phil always tried to do things right.
Shrugging out of his jacket after laying her on the bed, he almost grinned a little sheepishly. She'd barely seen him without a tie, for pity's sake. He knelt next to her on the bed, taking her hands and guiding them to the neckwear. Letting her set the pace.