[ Demanding too. Miles is more than happy to follow both Lakshmi's command and the little electric thrill that goes through him at said command. He's flushed and sweating slighly as he reluctantly pulls back. Comfortable, huh. He ought to be giving her a goddamn suite of comfort, fine linens and soft mattresses and whole flower shop's worth of rose petals. But relative comfort will have to do, given their situation.

His bright gray eyes stray from hers for a moment to consider their options. A bedroll is a poor substitute for an admiral's suite, but it's private enough. ]

I find it much more comfortable to lie down together. [ More of that radiance shines in his face. ] Which isn't to say I mind the gap. But it does put such terrible kinks in my neck.

[ There are other ways to be appreciative of a woman being taller than him that don't involve having to strain himself. ]