A futon is better than what he usually sleeps on; a bench if he's lucky. He finds it impossible to rejoice over his new bed, though. Dropping onto the futon, he gives Jade one last confused look before lying down on his side, pulling his knees up to his chest as he tucks himself in.

"Is this your way of making sure I won't try to escape?" The blanket rustles when he moves. He can't find a position that is at the same time comfortable and not tantalizing. It doesn't help that his thighs have already become sticky as well as part of the fabric and his stomach. "I won't, so ... please let me finish."