It is not a steady heartbeat, nor quiet. The thud that is even as he lays here, that little bit quick on the drum of his chest. His chest rising and falling with deeper breaths as even without looking, he seems to aware of everyone's movements. That careful attentive flicker that he seems to have practised well enough to be aware without ever seeming that he's looking. Even now, when his eyes stay only on her. Still steady and unwavering to look at. But it is just that, practised to seem true, but it goes no further.

He does not touch her.

"Then you have a bed."