"I could, but I'd be even more sore. And I will not force you to take the sofa. I have something like manners." Slowly, gingerly, and making little sore sounds, he sits up.

"I'll keep my hands to myself and steal all the covers." Definitely Q's softness. He wants to keep Bond's hands on him, to know that he's close, and safe. "And you're a good cushion."