*There's a soft chuckle at that, and he unbuttons his vest, eyes still closed, only glancing round at the sound of the window closing.*

Careful Wright, that's an antique.

*It's an effort, but he stands up again and crosses back to the window, reclaiming the blanket from Wright without any ceremony before returning to the sofa.*

Then take it, Wright - you're a guest. I can assure you that the sheets are clean, if that concerns you.