[He turns around, still pink, peeling his hands away from his face as he stares at her quietly. This isn't the first time he's seen her in her nightgown. After all, there was that one time he took care of her when she was fevered. Even so, out of politeness he keeps his gaze high and angled away.]
...Um, where shall you have me sit? Or would you rather I stand?
[Because he's fine with standing; he doesn't want to assume he can sit on the end or side of the bed and get yelled at for it.]
action;
...Um, where shall you have me sit? Or would you rather I stand?
[Because he's fine with standing; he doesn't want to assume he can sit on the end or side of the bed and get yelled at for it.]