As she curled up against him, Marken smiled down at her, simply enjoying her presence for what it was. It hadn't been forced, it hadn't been coerced, she had willingly crawled into his arms, and it made him all the happier. So then they were a couple, if they were anything less, she wouldn't have been so ready to curl up against his body. He planted a kiss on the top of her head, before chuckling softly at her words.

"I would stop trying to apply the customs you were raised by here... Things are clearly much more different, it's generally accepted for a loving couple to sleep in the same [i]bed[/i], and you're worried about staying in the same room? Maybe you should've considered that when we fell asleep in each others arms last night, or again this afternoon. No, I think I'm going to enjoy pulling you closer to me." Marken gave a small frown at her next words. Grandchildren? He certainly hoped that children weren't coming so quickly, that would be rather stressful to deal with.

He decided to pull her closer to him in response. "I don't think he's that eager for my own children to roam the halls. As it stands, I already threaten to take his throne. So no, it will just be sharing beds... For now." He couldn't contain a grin as he spoke to last words, leaning his head back as his hand returned to sifting through her hair, again purposely pulling it free of anything she may have had it wrapped in.