"Yeah, probably--soft as I'm getting." he snorted with a grin, patting his stomach--solid muscle with absolutely no visible signs of losing its shape. "If my old commander could see me now--I'd spend the next six months in basic again to get back into fighting condition."

All of this rolled out of his mouth as he pulled back the covers and slipped into bed, stretching out on his back and one arm flung out to the side in invitation.

"There. One human mattress, special order. C'mon, angel."