If he was in good enough shape to write about it he must not have been too bad off.

[Lyle let a hand rest on the small of her back as the kiss made contact with his cheek.]

I know I don't have to. [His lips pursed for a moment and he glanced askance at her, his expression both measuring and hard to read, before saying what was on his mind.] Which is why I'm a little at a loss as to why you would think I'd prefer a couch.