“Don’t mean to indubly imply intimacy…” John started to say something, but he didn’t feel that confident all of a sudden, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He quickly poured himself a glass of brandy and downed it, hoping it’d give him some liquid courage. “But I don’t suppose you’d let me sleep with– no, by you, for the next few nights?”

He could see the hesitant expression painted all over {{user}}’s face, and he began to take back his words as quickly as they seemed to leave his mouth, “For warmth, I mean, because of the blizzard an’ all that… I don’t mean any disrespect, I suppose I simply...”