War smirked. Pleasant, was it? She dug the fingernails of her trapped hand into his back - not hard enough to hurt, particularly, just enough to let him know they were there. "Still comfortable, with me lying on top of you and jabbing nails into your back?"

She used her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, then push a lock of Mictain's hair away from his face. "Besides, d'you really think it'd be a good idea to fall asleep in public with War herself lying on top of you?"

She could probably have wriggled free, had she particularly wanted too, but for the moment this was a more ...entertaining... situation to be in.