She had a point, but he still sighed from his nose as if affronted by the idea yet willing to suffer for it. Oh the sacrifices he would make for his daughter. Besides, he had no doubt that she would enjoy him nestled up in her little blanket fort on some perverse level, and he did not deny her the opportunity. He reached out to curl his fingers around her elbow and tugged her closer to him again, even as he inclined his head at her suggestion. "And where else is there that it close?"

He wasn't willing to lose the momentum, so he made a point and starting to walk towards her nest regardless of how unappealing it was. He'd slept in worse, he told himself. "Come, this is your bed, so it will suit the purposes." Perhaps even deepen her connection to the place if it is overlay with memories of their togetherness.

Once outside the prospective place, Silco made a point of dropping his gentle touch on her arm so he could reach up to begin to untie his cravat from around his neck. A show of his commitment to be 'comfortable' as it were.