And kept telling me to shut up. Can you imagine that? He really doesn't know me well enough to be so judging.

[ Because Caesar? Shutting up? When it isn't vitally important to? That's laughable.

Then he finds himself leaned back with her against pillows. That's going to throw a wrench in his hope of getting back to the Hold, considering how comfortable it is. ]

He's never hurt you, has he?