The little sigh of contentment all but purred out of her. At the same time, she pushed more firmly against his thigh. Daniel wished she'd just get comfortable once and for all. Wasn't she drunk? Now she decided she was more awake than before. It was his fault for sitting within stretching range. And then his fault again for not getting up fast enough. For one insane moment, he almost felt like he was in his teens again, and with it, that desperate urge to suddenly grab a pillow. That did it. The archaeologist scooted away, out of what should be her leg range. Although given how long her legs were-

He slid another inch. Just in case.

Daniel's voice was the tiniest bit strained. "I just wanted to make sure you'd get to sleep okay." he swallowed. This time his voice, he was proud to say, was more level. "Mind getting the lights?"