He does ache. His wrists are red and he doesn't know how much they will swell and ache later, but for right now, he's glad that he hasn't hurt her more during the night. They've slept in the same vicinity before, but never like this. It's left him feeling like it's a habit he could get in the habit of. He could get used to waking up with her curves and warm body pressed to his.

"Fine," he assures her with a rub of his wrists. He strips off his shirt and leaves it in a ball on the floor, the pants following next as he heads to the shower to blast hot water over his aching muscles, wincing when the sluice of hot water stings his wrists. He wanders out with the towel slung around his waist, the glint of a golden ring odd on his finger.

"Breakfast?" he suggests.