[ She's never seen a Mayhem match if this is her standard of mess. We could make it much messier--is right on the tip of his tongue, but for once in his life he manages to stop himself.

She's not a Titan. Right. That particular voice of reason in his head sounds much too like Osiris for his own comfort. ]

I thought we already decided that walls don't sleep. [ He's definitely joking. He does feel some exercise of power going on from Wanda; curiously, he turns his head to watch all the levitating objects.

He's starting to finally feel warm again, and he has a feeling Wanda's cabin is much warmer than his; she's even radiating a wonderful amount of warmth next to him, and it's very tempting to lean into her. But that wouldn't be respectful of her person or her space, and he can't bring himself to ask. She's already done a lot for him and certainly owes him nothing else. Though he does remark: ] I have built a fire in my cabin, most nights. It hasn't gotten nearly warm.

[ Maybe he managed to get the terrible, draughty one. That would explain why no one else wanted it. ]