" She was also nestled amid the quilts like a contented cat, while Rex wasted precious moments deciding between lovemaking and proposing....
“I will plot your course, lest you catch your death. You climb into bed, we make passionate love, then we fall asleep on a cloud of contentment. You will not apply your cold feet to my person at any time, and you will discreetly take yourself off in the small hours, lest there be awkwardness in the morning for the chambermaid.”
He sauntered to the bed. “I like the part about passionate lovemaking and the clouds of contentment. I’m increasingly displeased with that nightgown.” Though if he was about to propose, she might rather be wearing at least one article of clothing when he did. "

― Grace Burrowes , Forever and a Duke (Rogues to Riches, #3)