[Oooooh, burn; if looks could kill he would be one dead soon-to-be-dead fellow. He blinks, then smiles faintly and shrugs, sitting down on the couch beside her, shoulder to shoulder.]

It's making you do some weird stuff, right? But you know, you're still yourself. So you've got a turtle! ...Tortoise, whatever! And so you're on the couch instead of in bed! You could be cartwheeling around the house or something.