He might have been inclined to ignore her entirely, had she not first started shifting around in the bed and thus disturbing the sheets on his naked body, and then reached out and put her fingertips against his arm. He wasn't sure whether she was trying to irritate him by poking him or whether she was, in some sort of post-coital haze of affection, trying to caress him. Tiberius didn't really know how cuddling worked, but he did know that it was a thing people sometimes did — mostly fools, he thought — and it did involve touching. Was that what Antigone wanted?

Tiberius looked over at her skeptically, but all he could see was a vague, shadowy outline. Not as though he would have been able to determine her motivation from her facial expression, anyway.

After a lengthy pause, Tiberius sighed and scooted a bit closer to the center of the bed, then reached out the hand closest to her and place it lightly on what he assumed to be her thigh. "Talk about what?" he asked wearily.