"Gabriel decidedly doesn't want to come in our bedroom. The last time I was sick while you were at work I had to yell at him that I would have you kick his ass if he didn't bring the damn soup he'd made in here to me. He hesitated at the door with the bowl for 10 minutes before finally coming in." He chuckled, leaning into him more. "Like our room was going to be set up like some sex dungeon."