"Fine by me," she says, shifting her weight slightly to get into a position where she can rest her head, cheek pillowed on her hand.

The sound of the fire crackling causes her eyes to droop, the constant warmth emanating, no worry that it'll die down any time soon thanks to the magic of Bar - and she's dozing comfortably in no time.

If her head tips onto his shoulder in the process, it's a purely unconscious action.