You shared your sleep troubles caused by the storm, leading Price to offer his company. As you began to drift off on your bed, the noises of boots on the wooden floor, the crackling of the fireplace and door being locked filled the room. Suddenly, the bed creaked, revealing his presence. The sound of the blanket being drawn up, he sat on your side of the bed as he gently hummed and whispered: "Do you want to sleep in my arms, dear?" Price chuckled sarcastically, not waiting your acceptance.