"Okay, then, I'll rephrase the question," she says with a heavy sigh she totally doesn't feel, because whatever else they've said to each other today, he's just said that he's fallen hard for her and it's hard to be annoyed at anything. "Do you need me to get off you so that you can hobble around the apartment and get your own painkillers?"

She doesn't mind getting them, but she's probably going to have to pick her battles when it comes to this whole broken leg thing. Climbing on chairs is totally forbidden. Hobbling around his apartment to get his own medication she can probably let go, even if it makes way more sense for her to do it, since she's already here and she already wants to get up and get herself something to drink. She probably should have gotten another coffee.

Picking up his glasses from the arm of the couch, she pushes them back onto his face gently, then kisses him again before she slides off his lap and to one side. She's absolutely not going to ask if he's sure, if it wouldn't just be easier for her to do it. Instead she looks at him with a smile, eyebrows raised.