[ His shirt likely swamps Dylas. He's so tall and so broad that it's almost more like a nightdress than a shirt for most people. He doesn't have time to find it cute or amusing because Dylas is being stubborn and sitting on the couch. ]

Ja. It's my bed. But you are my guest. It is the job of the host to make sure you are comfortable. I would rather you use my bed. But if you wouldn't be comfortable, I will bring you blankets and a pillow here.