Was she trying to convince him or herself? Everett wasn't quite sure. But at least she considered him a gentleman, so that was something. For a moment he wondered if he should try to dispute her, but then he stopped. Why was he determined to argue to sleep on the floor?

"If you change your mind let me know." He said instead as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled a nightshirt over his head. He shimmied out of his trousers as quickly as possible, almost falling over them as his foot got stuck and slid into the bed to abide by her directions. It was weird, but well, their whole marriage was weird so he was willing to concede what she needed as long as it kept her from .... well from him feeling like he'd done something to harm her.

"You can turn around now." Everett assured her.