She gives a little half shrug, and then a gentle shake of her head.

"Not really. Not like this. I sleep alone. I wake alone. I have a few friends, my father... But when the servants retire for the evening, I am left to my own devices. I do my research, I work on the Project. Or here, I work on your arm or I do biological surveys of the lake..." Her voice tapers off at the end, and her hand slips down to fiddle with the collar of his shirt again.