Oh, I know. And if you were even faintly pinging my creep-o-meter I'd probably have told you to fuck off by now.

[Concessions, and all. Ellie doesn't have much of a filter where this sort of thing is concerned. But she does gesture vaguely with one hand.]

And it depends on what you're looking for in a bed.

[You know, sometimes the privacy is worth a scrapheap in the middle of a copse of trees.]