"Oh, well that's a relief, or perhaps a disappointment, depending on how you look at it." Always joking because it's really the easier way around things.

He sits up at the foot of the bed, watching her as she begins her little display. He begins with an amused curiosity. That curiousity grows to one of wonderment quickly followed up with an intense need to figure out how.

Check yourself, Tony. It's best not to want to dissect your girlfriend. Besides, that's not his sort of science.

"Impressive and here I was trying to decide how to tell you I like a nightlight when I sleep."

Except his brain is ticking on the hows and whys, the chemical reactions necessary to achieve such a result. What, Niamh, were you worried that he'd be horrified?