And her hands drop away cold, as cold as her gaze while she observes him, though her smile doesn't go away. There was nothing he could say anyway, damning himself as soon as he interrupted her sleep without her former invitation...for no real excuse at all that he has yet to give. He is to entertain such carnal attempts at her command, not the other way around.

"Within my solar you have entered, and so your reward is my welcome, but my bedchamber you will not tread."

Head tilting, as if stretching out the last bits of sleep, she turns away to head towards where a tray of snacks (tarts, meat pies, and lots of bread) from earlier remain. She pulls a ribbon from her sleeve before seeking actual food, so that she might deftly braid her hair away from her face, pulling it over her shoulder to finish and tie it off.

Ignoring him. He can do whatever.