"It isn't exactly the Hilton, but it'll do."

Napoleon mutters as he takes off his coat, shaking the snow off of it as he looks around the hunting lodge they'd managed to find before the blizzard truly got under way.

He sighs, watching you as you whine and curl up on the couch.

God, this would be a long night. Especially with you here.

He starts looking around, sighing tiredly as he realizes there's only one bed.

Oh, goody.