If you detest me so truly, you can sleep on the floor, or the couch.

If I would have showered right before your oh so kind intrusion I would have heard, "Leona, you smell like wet lion and it will get into all of my dreadfully expensive clothes".

[ Is he lying? Probably not. Even when he is shoved he makes sure to whip Vil fairly well with his tail and decidedly not stay mostly on his own side of the bed. ]

I barely take suggestions, Schoenheit.