What it does, in fact, is look like it's trying to sell me something.

[ she leaves the kettle to do its thing, choosing instead to follow him 'round to the little divided off corner where the bed sits. and if there's a break in her formidable posture then it's only so she can lean down and swat at his ankle. ]

Look, you. I've got a sofa now. Company doesn't have to sit on the bed like a barbarian.