"I don't mean any offense to you, princess, but I would rather sleep alone tonight."
Amalthea sat up, eyes wide. She covered her mouth and looked about ready to cry.
Solomon hurried to come up with an excuse. "Well.... because -um- when it is my turn to take watch, I don't want to wake you. I don't want any one person staying up all night taking watch duty after all."

He then removed his shirt.

Amalthea continued to stare at him with widened eyes, but this time for a completely different reason. She chewed on her lip as she studied the subtle strength in his broad shoulders and trained arms. She released a soft moan as she admired the way his breasts shifted and heaved with his every movement. The princess had to bite on her thumb to stop herself from making any more noises. For once in her life, she found herself at a loss for words.

Eventually, she composed herself enough to croak, "I could stay up all night watching you," earning a swift kick in the thigh from Rose. "Ow! You did that on purpose!" Amalthea squeaked, trying her hardest not to shout.
"Sorry. I didn't realize you were sitting so close."
The princess kicked back at Rose's thigh in retaliation, but failed to get any reaction from the focused girl. That only annoyed the princess, so she tried again. Rose looked back and deadpanned at her. "Seriously?"
Amalthea shrank back. "Sorry," she murmured. She took Solomon's shirt for a pillow and contented herself to stare at his beautiful chest until sleep overcame her.

Once the gentle snoring started, Rose glanced at Solomon again. She gave him a once-over and smirked. "I can see why she fancied you. Consider letting her sleep on your lap next time, please. We'll all sleep better if you're the only one aroused, instead of all three of us. I'll wake you in a few hours as requested." She winked and resumed watching the horizon.