He is halfway to sitting at the end of the bed (he's moving slowly, simply because he's taking the time to watch her walk away from him) when she retrieves the cushion and her words filter into his brain.

His skin flushes deeper, and he laughs, low and husky.

"I would insist on your comfort above all else," he replies, cheekily as he finishes his move to the end of the bed, bringing with him a pile of pillows to rest his back against if he ends up needing to.

It is clear he is excited at the prospect of whatever it is she intends to do to him, from the light reflected in his eyes.