"Gla' f' 'dat. Wouln' like tryin'a go t' 'de bat'room la'er an' fin'in' 'dat I'm missin somet'in' impora'n'." He broke into a grin then and waggled his eyebrows some at her.
Though, when she mentioned that she could do 'all kinds of things' and asked in return what he could do, he rolled his shoulders back in that graceful way. "All kin'sa t'in's." He returned just as easily, now pushing that couch up against the wall of the church, to join the other two. He was very clearly making a larger bed, and he'd be breaking off those arms on the couches shortly, to make them just a nice, big area. Clever Cajun, wasn't he? He already had linens piled on the other couch, pressed into the corner.