"You've been away for a week," she says, impatiently brushing off his attempts at tugging and just yanking the tunic over her head herself. She drops it over the side of the bed. "It doesn't count now.

"Besides." She glances to the bassinet, where Ianna is still dead to the world and oblivious to her parents. "Someone is going to be awake and hungry in 45 minutes."

In other words: Step it up, Pernon.