There was something so familiar about seeing her curled that way, even the ridiculous socks weren't something unexpected, and he smiled a bit at them, and then, as if he didn't even think about doing it, stood from the chair he'd been occupying and moved instead to the opposite end of the small couch she'd chosen, turned so that he faced both her and the fire.
"Is it? I rather thought the bulging biceps and the ridiculous prose were the appeal."