"Excuse you, it's an underappreciated masterpiece." She says, not even bothering to sit up. Her arms scramble around her looking for something solid-- a pillow, she thinks, that's what it feels like.

"Hurry up and start her up--" She flings the pillow off the bed with one arm. She can't see so she has no idea where it lands (she hopes it hits Chloe in her big dumb face, that would be justice). "-- I wanna snuggle."

The two of them hadn't quite found their rhythm yet, but if there's one thing Max has realized during their relationship thus far it was that she was surprisingly shameless when it came to asking for what she wanted. And in this case, that thing just so happened to be Chloe's warmth.