"...Yeah, well... it's just weird for a 22-year-old guy, according to society," he drawled, awkwardly hesitating, though, figuring the other was a pixie and probably couldn't care less, he tugged off his shirt and clambered into bed where he shuffled out of his trousers-- though wisely kept his boxers on. The fact Willow was on the bed still didn't register until, rather needy, she whined and placed herself deliberately between them for some sort of comfort and affection.