"Now saying that's unfair," Arthur said, shooting him a look that was meant to portray annoyance but wound up somewhere between 'barely awake' and 'slightly frisky'. "For one, I never implied you had to do any of the work." He shuffled under the blankets so he could dig his face into the pillow.

If he muttered something along the lines of 'you're lucky you're gorgeous', it was safe to say it was both unintelligible and sign that someone wasn't awake enough to realise he wasn't using his inside voice yet.