“Can’t you be a gentleman and sleep on the floor or something? It’s the least you can do after kidnapping me.” It’s going to be harder to get around him if we’re sharing a bed, but not impossible. “No, thanks. If you want to sleep on the floor, you can.” “Dick,” I whisper to myself. “Oh, I’m sorry did you want something? It sounds like you’ve got one of my body parts on your mind.”
