[He pauses in his own doorway, looking into his room. The mattress would be a pain to move, but it's entirely possible. Whether or not it would actually fit in the other room is debatable, but a crowded floor might be preferable to...waking up without his genitalia, or whatever else her threat had implied.] Yes, better than sleeping on the floor...until my hand strays of its own accord in the middle of the night and I wake up a eunuch.

[He walks over to his pile of sheets, picks up a pillow, and shucks off the pillowcase. He's still not entirely sure she knows what she's getting into here.] I talk in my sleep. Sometimes loudly and with variable accuracy regarding future events. [He clutches the pillow to his chest.] I've been told it is intolerable.