"Mm." He frowned a little. He agreed, but he wasn't about to commit himself to that, not when he'd already decided not to lead her on. This whole situation felt like it had turned very quickly into a minefield - which, in fairness, he should really have expected. It was his own fault for bringing beds and sleeping arrangements into the conversation in the first place.

"I miss the stars sometimes," he said at last, with a lopsided little smile. "When I'm home, I mean. There's a lot that's unpleasant about travelling, but if you've ever been out in the plains or the desert on a night, when the fire's down to embers and the sky looks like it goes on into forever... The sky's bigger out there. Sometimes I end up wandering out on a night and looking up, but it's not the same."