[He is not particularly well balanced, so her shove works handily. He's almost disappointed, but at the same time, he'd gotten what he wanted. He can spot the red in her cheeks -- even if her snarl makes his heart flutter and drop nervously into his stomach.]

You don't need to prove anything to me. And you don't have to sleep on the floor.

[He points this out only after he's found his voice again, and he has to clear his throat at least once to get a hold of it.]

Its a freighter -- built for a crew. There's a padded bench, the pilot chairs ... my bunk.