Vianna's giggles grew as Ferris explained that she couldn't just touch him when he was trying to walk. "But I'm your wife!" she said in her defense, as if this gave her the permission to do whatever she wanted with him. But it was then that he continued, adding that it hadn't been a very nice thing to do to her husband, and the girl merely chuckled softly, amused by his complaints thought obviously not regretful at all. Soon enough, the couple had reached their room, and Vianna couldn't help but grow a little distracted by the sight of it once more, by all its luxury and elegance and beauty. But then, abruptly, she was plopped down onto the bed, once again like a sack her husband was just supposed to move from one place to the next. "Hey!" Vianna furrowed her brows disapprovingly at him, before raising them as he told her to keep her hands to herself. "Fine, I will!" she replied defiantly, only mildly distracted from their conversation as the young man pecked her lips gently. Vianna returned the gesture for the brief second it lasted, before a more stubbornly determined expression took over her features once again. "Well, I better head to bed. I wouldn't want to accidentally touch my husband," she said proudly, slipping away from beneath the boy and sitting up on the bed, then crawling over to one side of it, the side she usually took when they were in their own bed (which seemed tiny in comparison to this one). "Goodnight, Professor!" said Vianna, the almost childlike stubbornness still clear in her tones as she disappeared beneath the heavy covers of the bed, leaving only her head and part of her shoulders revealed as she cuddled up in the sheets.