Oliver wasn't sure how that wasn't funny. Then again, he hadn't meant it entirely as a joke. Apparently Sanguine had been hoping for something more casual, but hadn't bought anything like that in game before they were sucked in, so now she was stuck being the fancy, well-dressed leader of the Guild. That meant he got to be her decidedly less fancy second in command, and he was very okay with that. The Paladin was liking the way his companion reacted to his question, though, suggesting that he could sleep however he wanted. She was just in time for him to kiss her, too, and that made it even better. 

Grinning and licking his lips as he let her go, the warrior nodded at his partner's suggestion that they go to bed. Of course, she had to linger longer than was necessary first, though he didn't argue. How could he shut down a woman in the middle of pawing at him? Once she let him go, he stripped down to nothing but his incredibly comfortable silk boxers, before hopping into the giant, incredibly soft bed beside his Guild Leader. She didn't even pretend to hold back when she snuggled up to him, and he happily looped an arm around her as she got comfortable against him. Then she said something he thought was a little strange. Biting back a joke about his smell, Oliver turned and kissed Sanguine again, still just as merciless as every other time, though he was more gentle this time. As he kissed her, the warrior looped his other arm around the woman, and held her close. Even when he pulled away from the kiss, he didn't let her go. Instead he wiggled a bit and appeared to be getting ready to go to sleep. If Sanguine had anything to say about this, she was going to have to speak up quickly, or be stuck in his tender, unshakeable embrace...